The Divan of love 04

12. Ghasala

Still, my eye is full of sleep

Yet already the morning has thrown its stone

Into the cradle of the night

Dawn opens its black curtain

Light flows from the morning red

The ball of the sun displays its head

And on the silver edge of the sea

Aurora paints her watercolor in bright red

The golden morning greeting caresses the rose, its blossom

The day awakens

Accept the gift of life

Sprung from the Master's hand

And praise His goodness

Welcome, my love

You strength, you pure light

And fill the chambers of my heart
 

13. Ghasala
 

The tree of love sways its leaves

In wind and storm's embrace

Through damp earth it creeps

Love-blinded

A tiny worm's heartfelt race

From blossoms, all bees sip

Love's nectar in every hue

To the harp's tune, grasses flute

Rustling ears and winds that blew

Nature's song, a symphony true

To its rhythm, love dances anew

Oh, world's creator

World's upholder too
 

14. Ghasala
 

You are the hem of life

The thread of love in my garments

You are the star of all lights

The order of horizons in all universes

You are the fruit of all trees

The sweet forests of love's dreams

You are the bud of all the freshly in love

The longing bloom of all feelings

You are the sea of all my storms

The adventure of life for all seekers of love

You are to me the word you've given

The language to form your words into sentences

The letter of my love

As you've written it down

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