Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Upon the road of high desire

My load yet lieth in the mire,

Because my heart would still engage

With trappings, caravan, and stage.

Where is the lightning of the gaze

That shall my dwelling burn and raze?

Fain would I yet a bargain keep

With what men sow, and what men reap.

O let this layman’s vessel ride

Upon a full, tempestuous tide:

The wave affrighteth me so sore.

I fix my gaze upon the shore.

Ah, what adventure is to gain—

To quiver, never to attain:

Thrice happy he, who even now

Behind the train doth riding go.

But he who never knew his heart

From the two worlds to dwell apart,

He still bemused and cheated is

By unsubstantial images.

A single, brief epiphany

Consoleth not the passionate eye:

Where shall I take the wounding dart

That pricketh even yet my heart?

In the glad presence of the friend

A history is that hath no end,

As still these sorrows yet unsaid

Lie in my heart deep-buried.