Of Lament and Love (a rubaiyat)

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Pour me twilight in a cup
From restless dreams, wake me up
I fear, love has seized careless heart
As though a rose from bristly shrub

Hope’s an immortal bird in a gilded cage
Singing of woes can nothing assuage
Come, let there bloom lilies of faith
With rhythm of heart, come fill your page

When the sun is low on lavender field
Believe broken souls are often healed
I listen to the whispering summer breeze
To observe what comfort it would yield

Perhaps nothing’s more peaceful than sleeping swan
In the cruelest hour when benevolence is gone
They are more at ease with time’s uncertain wing
I drift along with sunset, seedling and song

 

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22 thoughts on “Of Lament and Love (a rubaiyat)

  1. Kerry says:

    This made me smile to see the rubaiyat form – Margaret and Gillena have inspired us all.
    🙂

    Your descriptions are so beautifully conceived – really love each one, especially the swansong.

  2. Old Egg says:

    How beautifully your poetry fitted in with the illustrations Sanaa. Curiously when I was a teenager I had a copy of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Fitzgerald’s old translation) which was a great companion for me for years.

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    There is a gentle rhythm to this poem, Sanaa; the language is soft and comforting, I especially like the lines:
    ‘When the sun is low on lavender field
    Believe broken souls are often healed
    I listen to the whispering summer breeze
    To observe what comfort it would yield’.

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