Sheikh Mohammed Ibrahim Zauq Ghazal And Poem English - Page 1

Unless my Christ-like love arrives.

All and sundry find a mention at your nightly meets.

To me alone alas is this privilege denied.

Though my strong desire seems to choke my

breath.

Not a word about my wish on my lips arrives.

To complain that he does not come is O heart

futile.

What would you do tell me sir if he doesn't oblige?

Fate has bowed me down otherwise O Zauq/

nice!

A desire I have to kiss his feet let it be realized.

The eye that can shed no tear better were it blind,

The heart that's without a scar should be burnt

alive.

In your absence this throbbing heart like a thorn

pricks my breast.

How I wish that this thorn is plucked and cast aside.

As the day declines I look towards the eve.

Thinking how great it were if he stayed o' aright!

Next day again I repeat the same wishing all the

while.

If another day passes this way what a great delight!

In short I want him never to go thinking in my

heart.

It would be a treat indeed if he for aye with me

Recalls a dream of distant days.

Lo it drag me thither again.

How my rootless heart behaves!

First I tease him and provoke.

Then relish his flights of rage.

Surely they would embarrass me.

These O heart your restive ways.

Vex me not off you go!

The priestly sermons me dismay.

Talk not Zauq of wise restraint