Gazel By Suleiman The Magnificent

My pain for thee balm in my sight resembles
Thy face’s beam the clear moonlight resembles.
Thy black hair spread across they cheeks, the roses
O Liege, the garden’s basil quite resembles.
Beside thy lip oped wide its mouth, the rosebud;
For shame it blushed, it blood outright resembles.
Thy mouth, a casket fair of pearls and rubies,
Thy teeth, pearls, thy lip coral bright resembles.
Their diver I, each morning and each even;
My weeping, Liege, the ocean’s might resembles.
Lest he seduce thee, this my dread and terror,
That rival who Iblis in spite resembles.
Around the taper bright, thy cheek, Muhibbi
Turns and the moth in his sad plight resembles.

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About Author Annette J Dunlea Irish Writer

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