Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Like a tulip’s flame I burn

In your presence as I turn;

By my life, and yours, I swear

Youth of Persia ever fair!

I have dived, and dived again

With my thoughts into life’s brain

Until I prevailed to find

Every secret of your mind.

Sun and moon–I gazed on these

Far beyond the Pleiades,

And rebuilt a sanctuary

In your infidelity.

I have twisted well the blade

Till its edge was sharper made;

Pale the gleam and lustreless

Wasted in your wilderness.

My thought’s images dispense

To the Orient’s indigence

The bright ruby that I gain

From your mines of Badakhshan.

Comes the man, to free at last

Slaves confined in fetters fast;

Through the windows in the wall

Of your prison I see all.

Make a ring about me now;

In my breast a fire’s aglow

That your forebears lit one day,

Things of water and of clay;