FROM the garden of Heaven a western breeze
Blows through the leaves of my garden of earth;
With a love like a huri I'ld take mine ease,
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Drunken am I, yet place not my name In the Book of Doom, nor pass judgment on it; Who knows what the secret finger of Fate Upon his own white forehead has writ! . very fine poem going to the mystic level. tony
FROM the garden of Heaven a western breeze Blows through the leaves of my garden of earth; With a love like a huri I'ld take mine ease, ....fantastic beginning with intensive feeling and glee. Beautiful poem.Well deserved classc poem of the POD.
Drunken am I, yet place not my name In the Book of Doom, nor pass judgment on it; great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
" THOUGH THE OCEAN OF SIN HAS CLOSED OVER HIS HEAD hE MAY FIND A PLACE IN GOD" PARADISE' Inspirational write in a fantastic piece of poetry. Well deserved classic poem of the Day.
Though the ocean of sin has closed o'er his head, He may find a place in God's Paradise. ending in hope of a salvation and a life with God. tony
Meadows unfold! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
One of the best poems by Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi.......
I have read the Persian prescription of this poem, Hafiz is only one, not repeatable.
A fine poem indeed but I often wonder about how much is lost in the English translation.