Author Archives: bill gannett

What is this drunkenness that the way has brought us- Who’s the saqi, and from where did the wine come to us? What mode does he strike, this minstrel well versed in song Who in mid-ghazal talks about the friend’s … Continue reading →

Like the rose each moment in hope of your fragrance, From head to foot I take off the body’s garments. The rose saw your body. One would think like a drunk In a garden, it would shed its many adornments. … Continue reading →

Beloved, who said to you “don’t ask about our state- become a stranger, and the story of no-friend relate”? Because your grace is inclusive and nature generous, forgive our latent sin, and ignore all the sordid facts. Do you wish … Continue reading →

For a long time you have tied us up with expectation; Why confuse the sincere with someone else’s condition? You have not looked at me with the eye of approval; Is this how you regard those devoted to the spiritual? … Continue reading →

We have not come to this door for position and rank; we came here for protection from the curse of fate. Wayfarers of the stations of love, from utter Nothing we have come all the way to the realm of … Continue reading →