"...in vain" [ghazal]
I sought you for a thousand years in vain
I wept for you a thousand tears in vain
I held for you a thousand tender hopes
& sometimes felt a thousand fears in vain
when I learned you could show your face in a pristine facet
did I polish the dust from a thousand mirrors in vain?
believing one's apt to meet you in some tavern
mightn't faith & wine both disappear in vain?
even a dimwit sometimes reached your levee!
while sheer geniuses downed a thousand beers in vain
does everyone join you nightly deep in slumberland?
or do boats approach a thousand piers in vain?
your hide & seek grows more surreal each moment
I ask the taxicab who steers? in vain
no sooner you draw my card let me call your bet
for I've played a thousand solitaires in vain
if I've lost the thought of finding you what I seek now
is absurdity with a thousand cheers in vain
the strings that pulled us left & right were occluded
while we asked about the puppeteers in vain!
the pen seems fine! but the ink could be running low
even poetry finally just disappears in vain?
the belovėd absented herself yet the talk rolled on!
boasting gold (her joy) & pearls (her tears) in vain
could a thousand days pass rapidly in pain's desert?
but Majnùn requested five volunteers in vain
if all rivers were seeking the sea yet where did the sea go?
was the cloud absurd? were its precious tears in vain?
if Ardeo were driven to seek but failed to see you
did night hear the bluster of chanticleers in vain?
what if finally you're minded to buy the heart of Ardeo?
go & ask a thousand auctioneers in vain
I wept for you a thousand tears in vain
I held for you a thousand tender hopes
& sometimes felt a thousand fears in vain
when I learned you could show your face in a pristine facet
did I polish the dust from a thousand mirrors in vain?
believing one's apt to meet you in some tavern
mightn't faith & wine both disappear in vain?
even a dimwit sometimes reached your levee!
while sheer geniuses downed a thousand beers in vain
does everyone join you nightly deep in slumberland?
or do boats approach a thousand piers in vain?
your hide & seek grows more surreal each moment
I ask the taxicab who steers? in vain
no sooner you draw my card let me call your bet
for I've played a thousand solitaires in vain
if I've lost the thought of finding you what I seek now
is absurdity with a thousand cheers in vain
the strings that pulled us left & right were occluded
while we asked about the puppeteers in vain!
the pen seems fine! but the ink could be running low
even poetry finally just disappears in vain?
the belovėd absented herself yet the talk rolled on!
boasting gold (her joy) & pearls (her tears) in vain
could a thousand days pass rapidly in pain's desert?
but Majnùn requested five volunteers in vain
if all rivers were seeking the sea yet where did the sea go?
was the cloud absurd? were its precious tears in vain?
if Ardeo were driven to seek but failed to see you
did night hear the bluster of chanticleers in vain?
what if finally you're minded to buy the heart of Ardeo?
go & ask a thousand auctioneers in vain
posted by david raphael israel at 10:18 PM
1 Comments:
I regret to report this trivial oddment of saints (with its (irreverent) setting of irrelevancies) struck me as vaguely disappointing. I went looking for love but found (haphazard) marketing in vain. I wanted to be boggled! The list seemed strangely paltry, alas. But thanks anyway. (All that said: I apologize for setting so high a standard for saint websites!)
I'm gratified to see at least you're (seemingly -- or possibly) a human & not strictly a robot. If so, more power to you!
cheers, d.i
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