Category Archives: english language ghazals

the mast is full without meat and drinks tea all day long; his precocious speech is precious and sublime song! the man of god is drunk without drink, and is attracted to brothels where he can be without being distracted. … Continue reading →

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The melody of the breaking heart fades away, as the lover cries his last at break of day. No man can hold for long the lover’s moan within: sighs of pain save him from all he has ever been. The … Continue reading →

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Drunk or smashed is all the same to our clear and sober mind; the Friend’s name opens the heart’s eye and makes it to all else blind! We swear we have no gods but fall prostrate at your pure feet: … Continue reading →

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Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt into a hole our creditors completely forget. We wish to be entirely free of all relation to all who so annoy us with such a fixation! The world deserves a … Continue reading →

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be as it may, the truth is wrapped with a burlap bag; be as it may, love is graced by a rough and holy rag. maharaj was the king of infinite dispassion; his fierce splendor resulted from naked vision. his … Continue reading →

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We long to drown in the loud sounding sea; We long to swallow our pathetic pleas. Help us find the courage of our convictions to surrender the last of our lousy fictions. Master, give us the talent to cut our … Continue reading →

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our lifestyle based on energy has so empowered desire, we delight to celebrate our deadly greed with nuclear fire. we have been led on by our own outrageous demands, that have become accepted as normal across the land. quality of … Continue reading →

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We long to rise from the dead by receiving your embrace; why wait for trumpets to blare to be caressed by grace? This life of the living dead is a miraculous sham: for the dead to impersonate the living- what … Continue reading →

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The crow caw, caw, caws in the muted early morning light; he is looking for his mate to hustle the day’s first bite. All waking desire alarms the air with a hungry cry; lust and love stalk and yearn for … Continue reading →

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