XXII. (Khoshal Khan Khattak Poems)
Her sweet face took from me all thoughts of the wild white rose:Her ringlets eradicated all consideration of the musk ...
Her sweet face took from me all thoughts of the wild white rose:Her ringlets eradicated all consideration of the musk ...
Thou wast saying, "Grieve not any more; for I am thine, and thou art mine:"Whether thou hast falsely or truly ...
Whoso like unto the dust, may not be prostrate at the threshold,For them, there will be no approach unto heaven ...
O rose! who art the true cause of the garden's loveliness,Why condescendest thou to join, in laughter, with thorns and ...
O zephyr of the morn! draw near unto the parterre;For the flowers are overjoyed, in expectation of blooming.What doth the ...
A man is he, who is courageous, and whom success attendeth-Who is gentle and affable, unto all people, as long ...
Wherever thou reclinest, that place a parterre of flowers becomethWhen thou in the mead roamest, the breast of the tulip ...
When the tresses become dishevelled about her fair, white face,The bright day becometh shrouded in evening's sombre shade.If this, which ...
What wonderfully delicious wine is this,Which the cupbearer, with welcome, presents!The laughing of the bud in the parterre were impossible,Did ...
Spring hath returned: the narcissus in the garden wantoneth,And the breeze of the morning, the spikenard disordereth.For five short days, ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
Fair Cloe! when thou deign'st to come,To any neighb'ring Rout or Drum;The Belles who shin'd before so bright,Dazzl'd each Petit ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
INFANT daughter of the Spring,The first thy simple gifts to bring;Thy modest flow'rs erect their heads,Her form the pale-eyed primrose ...
Elle etait bien jolie, au matin, sans atours,De son jardin naissant visitant les merveilles,Dans leur nid d'ambroisie epiant ses abeilles,Et ...
The white rose tree that spent its muskFor lovers' sweeter praise,The stately walks we sought at dusk,Have missed these many ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
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