Kabul (Mirza Muhammed Ali Saib Poems)
Translation Iby Dr. Josephine Barry DavisAh! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountainsAnd Rose, of the trails of ...
Translation Iby Dr. Josephine Barry DavisAh! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountainsAnd Rose, of the trails of ...
1.For twenty years I gambledwith books instead of cards;for twenty years I gambledand I squandered my life.Poor now I lie ...
Ah, help me! but her face and browAre lovelier than lilies areBeneath the light of moon and starThat smile as ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
I also loved, and the restless breaths Of sleeplessness, fluttering through darkness, Out of the park would downward drift To ...
IMRS. FISKEStaccato, hurried, nervous, brisk, Cascading, intermittent, choppy,The brittle voice of Mrs. Fiske Shall serve me now as copy.Assist me, ...
I waited for you yesterday since morning, They guessed you wouldn't come, Do you remember the weather? Like a holiday! ...
The leaves alive blowing in the breezes as if a ribbon of garland spinning round the tree whirling in the ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
Listening only to my breathing my throbbing heartbeat my headache growing, pounding as I ate of the bread he broke ...
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
The words of the screen "steamers for lunch, foggy day on the ocean" so much cascading memory flooding over me, ...
She was sitting there at her computer, listening to one of our songs one that touches us still saying what ...
A heavenly grace rained on me there on that dusty road to Emmaus a grace I have seen in little ...
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
In your bosom we wake up with fear, In your sky there's only unending tears, You always roar, but within, ...
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