Darvish Khan Writes

I dream repeatedly of your laughing presence,
but cannot wake to find your love street residence.

The light from your flashing eye ever teases me;
Yet when I look again, you are much too busy.

How do I finagle an invite to the dance?
How do I make good on your sweet amorous glance?

God help us to believe in our own ridiculous pain;
And may we never hoard our huge enduring blame!

God help us to box it up and give it to him:
The ocean of purity accepts all our sin.

The lord and master’s humor is quite infinite,
and his laugh and smile equally definite.

Darvish was stumbling after a bottle of wine,
when the master offered a single drop divine!

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The storm of desire leaves me a piteous wreck:
spirit becomes twisted and broken from neglect.

Snarling dogs of discontent prowl around the door;
unless love gives us courage, we hunt after spoor.

We can’t see you in the darkness of our hunger;
bless the day when we miss your embrace no longer!

Bright light fills the space swept clean by the chaste wind;
mind becomes brilliant by the pure breath of the friend.

The strength of your loving smile inspires my tired feet;
all bitterness by singing your name becomes sweet.

By your grace I fill the lungs with diamond air,
and by your grace expel all doubt and black despair.

Darvish dreams of waking up to a vast pure heart,
with the beloved ever present- never apart.

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we call out your name as we lift the glass of desire;
ages have past, but the heart does not burst into fire!

speech cannot find the words to offer an excuse;
the mind is too busy with the business of refuse!

we fall on our knees and lift our hands high in praise;
we purify our thought of all but you to fill our days.

all plan and purpose have passed away into nothing;
we yearn to hear the silence that is forever lasting.

the blue sky and green earth meet in some distant place;
someday everywhere we will delight in your embrace.

there are mighty seas to cross in ten thousand brave ships;
but where is the beloved, and where are her red lips?

why is it that darvish’s best friends are bottle and glass?
her splashing voice and wet lips can not be surpassed!

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i raise my glass to the only divine lover;
i drink to the dregs all the wine he offers.

there is no taste i prefer to his presence;
my eyes have no light save his effulgence!

i have no motion but for his rythym;
all life derives from his ancient whim.

hunger gnaws daily until beauty’s embrace;
all thirst is for sight of his compassionate face.

my tears are a lake i would gladly drown in,
but for the pity induced by such a sin.

my only hope is the pain of despair-
i will not find him until i forsake all care.

darvish has no friend but the deep blue sky:
what he loves always remains close by.

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