O LOVE, how strangely sweet
Are thy weak passions,
That Love and Joy should meet
In self-same fashions!
Oh, who can tell
The cause why this should move?
But only this:
No reason ask of Love.
O love, as lovely as the tulips in bloom ! Be my guest;
I've kept brimful goblets of wine for you ! -
And 0, let me show you my lacerated heart !
How prompt to promise faith, but how faithless
You have been ! How shall I tell you
How promptly you forgot your first love !
Placing at your feet my life, the only thing I have,
Is now the only way I can offer you my love.
Else, I will hug you hard, and with blood gushing out
Of my torn heart, dye you in crimson guilt.
O love! Why,
why hast thou gone
across to the other side
of the river ?
I know not how to swim,
There is no hope of my swimming across;
Come thou thyself,
my love!
O Lord, listen to me if you will, listen not
if you will not: I cannot rest contented
unless I sing of you.
O Lord, accept me if you will, accept not
if you will not: I cannot rest contented unless
I worship you.
O Lord, love me if you will, love not
if you will not: I cannot rest contented unless I hold
you in my arms
O Lord, look at me if you will, look not
if you will not: I cannot rest contented unless
I gaze at you in overpowering longing.
O Lord of Love, I surrender myself,
Body and soul to your will ! Show me
The right path, and sustain my failing courage !
The buds are amazed when they behold
Sunset fire and morning dew,
Black night and radiant flowering dawn.
Lightning struck my nest, high up
On the branch, setting it ablaze.
A fine illumination, the gardener thought !
Love's alchemy changed my dross into gold,
When its flames enveloped me from top to toe.
How false the fear my friends had fed me on !
O flowers, did you see my love ? O bulbuls,
Won't you help me find where he has gone ?
Seeking him among flowers, I asked the yemberzals
If he who had charmed me had now come to visit them.
The excited pomegranate blossoms flushed the garden red -
Their flaming colour a symbol of my new-born fire of love !
O come to me on the pretext of visiting flowers -
It won't be a lie, for you will make my garden bloom !
How would he know how I nursed love's agony ?
A love-lore heart lay languishing in silence !
O flame of living love,
That dost eternally
Pierce through my soul with so consuming heat,
Since there's no help above,
Make thou an end of me,
And break the bond of this encounter sweet.
O burn that burns to heal!
O more than pleasant wound!
And O soft hand, O touch most delicate,
That dost new life reveal,
That dost in grace abound,
And, slaying, dost from death to life translate!
O lamps of fire that shined
With so intense a light,
That those deep caverns where the senses live,
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
For many a choir is singing now
Where Love did sometime go.
And hear you not the thrushes calling,
Calling us away?
O cool and pleasant is the valley
And there, love, will we stay.
O beautiful sun wearer,
with the sun in thy crest!
Come and meet me,
come and meet me,
Meet me to day,
and greet me with a kiss;
Thy love is all my life.
In the name of thy beautiful, beatific vision,
Come to me,
my love! Come to me!
Love, my heart is faint with waiting,
Faint with hope and joy deferred,
All night long at this sad grating,
Sleepless like a prisoned bird,
Singing low,
Singing slow:
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!
Love, in vain for thee this token
Did I tie, poor silken cord,
To my window. See, 'tis broken
And the strands fly heavenward.
All are free,
All but me.
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!
Lo, the first sad streak of morning
Cleaves the heaven like a sword.
