The king
celebrated the day with a wine so fair
The herald of
dawn intoxicated would blare
Its fame and
aroma, for time having not a care.
Everywhere I look, I see a sign
Of an order
that is great, divine
Even the sweet
passionate red wine
Is the blood in
this heart of mine.
The signs of what’s to come has always been
Has always
written both benevolent and mean
What is our lot
was given by the hand unseen
With futility
we try, exert, weep or keen.
The hands of fate play our game
We the players
are given a name
Some are tame,
others gain fame
Yet in the end,
we’re all the same.
Those who went in pursuit of knowledge
Soared up so
high, stretched the edge
Were still encaged
by the same dark hedge
Brought us some
tales ere life to death pledge.
Once transpired, cannot be changed
Only pain
will come if remorse engaged
Though with
sorrow you may be aged
Not even a dot
will be rearranged.
Every joyous moment you waste
Deprive
yourself of heavenly taste
Confess,
repent, praise, or be chaste
Towards your
grave you’ll go with haste.
Alas the youthful fire is a dying ember
The spring of
life has reached December
What is termed
youth, I vaguely remember
But know not
whence and how from life’s chamber.
From the depths of earth to heights of Saturn
We’ve solved
all riddles, turn after turn
Break every
chain, our ignorance burn
Except the
riddle that fills the urn.
The grass that grows by every stream
Like angelic
smiles faintly gleam
Step gently,
cause it not to scream
For it has
grown from a lover’s dream.
Anxiously I began this course
With life my
awe grew even worse
Unwillingly
returned with force
What was the
point, I ask my source.
In the wheel of fortune the unseen vine
Drink, be
merry, wait your turn in line
When it is your
turn, neither cry nor whine
Everyone must
taste the same deadly wine.
Why ponder thus the future to foresee,
and jade thy brain to vain perplexity?
Cast off thy care, leave Allah's plan to him
He formed them all without consulting thee.
Why ponder thus the future to foresee,
and jade thy brain to vain perplexity?
Cast off thy care, leave Allah's plan to him
He formed them all without consulting thee.