Tell my beloved, O Morning Breeze;
After you defy waves of the seven seas:
That I am wounded by blow of love
Still, I wish her every kind of ease.
Ask why beloveds become so ruthless,
Once throne of hearts they would fully seize.
Once we are fallen to pit of their love,
They neither kill us; nor would us release.
It seems they enjoy our deep torments
Especially when, tears they squeeze.
Once they are supreme in the realm of love,
It becomes so hard their hearts to please.
Once they have jailed us in the deepest well,
Behind high mountains, they throw the keys.
Everyone shall reap yeild of what has sown,
One who has labored shall claim the fees.
Sweetest honey if you desire,
You should withstand stinging of bees.
Chehree has to know without heat of love
Every beating heart shortly shall freeze.
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Valley of love
by Tahirih on Thu Jun 19, 2008 01:15 PM PDTA knower is he who is dry in the sea. Love accepteth no existence and wisheth no life: He seeth life in death, and in shame seeketh glory. To merit the madness of love, man must abound in sanity; to merit the bonds of the Friend, he must be full of spirit. "" Tahirih
The beloved. It
by Manoucher Avaznia on Thu Jun 19, 2008 08:04 PM PDTThe beloved. It can be anyone's.
You mean "their" beloved?
by Anonymouse on Thu Jun 19, 2008 07:13 AM PDTpersist in their efforts to reach their beloved?
You are right
by Manoucher Avaznia on Thu Jun 19, 2008 07:07 AM PDTIn the beginning I have addressed one person: my beloved, to start the debate. The middle plural is towards the general trend among the beloveds and what happens to those who are in love. At the end, I try to console myself: who somehow represents those who are in that circumstances, and invite them to persist in their effors to reach the beloved.
Starts as one then becomes
by Anonymouse on Thu Jun 19, 2008 06:42 AM PDTStarts as one then becomes us then becomes one again.
Beloveds are those who rob
by Manoucher Avaznia on Thu Jun 19, 2008 06:39 AM PDTBeloveds are those who rob hearts and minds.
Nice poem
by Anonymouse on Thu Jun 19, 2008 06:27 AM PDTVery nice. Who is the belovedS?