Author Archives: bill gannett

by your black eyebrows my faith has suffered a thousand cracks! come, and i will remove from your languorous eye a thousand stings. hey, companion of the heart whose friends are forgotten- i never want a day without the thought … Continue reading →

at dawn, when khosrow of the east planted his flag in the hills, my friend tapped on the door of the hopeful with the hand of mercy. with the dawn, the sun of heaven became luminous, and then rose and … Continue reading →

full of youth and joy that day i leave this ruined house, and seek comfort for my soul: i will find the beloved. although i know the foreign road has no end, i will pursue the scent of her disheveled … Continue reading →

in the royal sun-like mirror reflecting your beauty, is the turning censer of black musk, your mole. i washed the palace courtyard of the eye, but why? this corner is not worthy of your mind’s calvary. o sun of beauty, … Continue reading →

I have come from the heart, but with no success; I came out of myself, but did the friend come in? In this way life’s span has reached an end, yet the trials of your long curls remain endless! I … Continue reading →

i have hope of grace from the excellent friend; i offended him, and my hope is his forgiveness. i cried so much that all who passed and saw my flowing tears, asked “what flood is this”? i know he will … Continue reading →

however much i’ve discussed pain with doctors, they have not cured the strange and the poor. the seal on the jewel case of friendship is broken. o lord, may the rival’s desire be frustrated! to the rose torn open by … Continue reading →