Each wrinkle in his ancient face
Bespeaks a monumental deed.
Serenely there with pride he sits,
No longer longing to succeed:
...
It's fruitless in this bleakness to seek zest
Or cheerfulness to brighten up your gloom:
For what bird here will ever build its nest?
What fragrant rose in here will ever bloom?
...
My soul stood up today and said:
Your heart is full of sorrow.
I know, I said,
...
You're mine and I'm yours,
Said my Dad on his deathbed,
Looking at my Mom.
_____________________
...
If you wish to reach
The realm of eternal bliss,
Purify your heart.
...
Not all your wishes
Will come true, so be not sad
And keep on wishing!
...
Sweet-scented Jasmine,
Refresh me with your fragrance,
Show me how to breathe.
...
A bright pink blossom
In a dark muddy puddle:
Eye-catching beauty!
...
Winter has arrived,
The flowers are departing,
Spring will soon return.
...
Looking at these birds,
Flying freely by the sea,
Sets my spirit free.
...
When in his sable garb vile Gloom attacks,
Repel him with the charm of Poetry.
...
I owe you nothing,
So please stop bothering me.
Have a peaceful day.
...
With pretty daisies
The verdant grass is adorned:
Gleefully I gaze.
...
Warm was that frozen lake across which we
With blissful fervour glided flowingly.
...
No room for gloom
When flowers bloom.
We can be glad
When we are sad.
...
Abdullah Abdul-Jabbar
Each wrinkle in his ancient face
Bespeaks a monumental deed.
Serenely there with pride he sits,
No longer longing to succeed:
For of success he's had his fill,
And of rewards he takes no heed.
He needs no praise or compliments;
He's loved by those who write and read;
Nor does he need that doc-ument
Which boorish boobies badly need.
With his unlit cigar he mocks
The paragons of self-conceit,
Whose only aim is to impress,
Whose only task is to compete,
Who think they know what they know not,
Who see themselves as the elite.
Tormented by the vast contrast,
I stand up and just leave my seat.