Poetry Tuesday: Not All, Only A Few

By Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib, Persia, 1797-1869.

Not all, only a few, return as the rose or the tulip;
What faces there must be still veiled by the dust!

The three stars, three Daughters, stayed veiled and secret by day;
what word did the darkness speak to bring them forth in their nakedness?

Sleep is his, and peace of mind, and the nights belong to him
across whose arms you spread the veils of your hair.

We are the forerunners; breaking the pattern is our way of life.
Whenever the races blurred they entered the stream of reality.

If Ghalib must go on shedding these tears, you who inhabit the world
will see these cities blotted into the wilderness.

;o)

Poetry Tuesday: Gaffer Speaks

Ghulam-Reza Ruhani, early 20th century Persia

I remember despotic times
those days were good, everything cheap;
life was slow, uninterfered with,
bread, farthing a loaf,
and butter, fourpence a pound.
It was quiet and carefree
on hearts in disarray,
with only a single robber in the land,
and he a king.

But now, in every hamlet, borough-council,
Chamber of Deputies and Senate House,
thieves are all called:
Milord and Your Honor!

Those were the days of liberty,
under despotism we were free.

;o)

Poetry Tuesday: Four Kinds of Men

Succinct little ditty by an ancient Persian known as Khosravani, back in the days where the years still only had three numbers (okay ,okay, c960AD).

There are four kinds of men who’ll get no fee from me
Since I’ve seen not a scrap of profit from their arts
The doctors with their drugs, the pious with their prayers
Magicians with their spells, stargazers with their charts.

;o)

Poetry Tuesday: Khosravani

Circa 960AD in Persia; there was no title so I used the poet’s name above.

 

There are four kinds of men who get no profit from me

Since I’ve seen not a scrap of profit from their arts

The doctors with their drugs, the pious with their prayers,

Magicians with their spells, stargazers with their charts.

 

;o)