Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی
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How long the veil of eve and dawnAbout thy beauty shall be drawn?Thy cheek display: make whole to meFhis incomplete epiphany.O glad consuming! rapture fine!Thyself wouldst beg of me for wineIf unto thee I did relateThe intoxication of my state.I added to the song of lifeThe counterpoint of fiery strife;Scatter the dew that quenches drowthInto the tulips thirsty mouth.Mind searched the volume thro and throLove found at once the subtle clue;The clever bird will ever gainBeneath the snare the hidden grain.Where is the song, and he that sung?Words are a lyre pretence has strung;I draw towards the camel-trainThe erring beast without a rein.In riddles yet I spake, forsooth;Now is the time for naked truth;Do thou declare, where I shall leadMy fellow-travellers in their need.