Thursday, October 2, 2008

Little by Little the Lovedrunk Arrive (Andak Andak)

Little by little, the group of the lovedrunk arrive
Little by little, the worshipers of wine arrive

They are on their way; Comforting and gentle
Like flowers from the flowerfield they arrive

Little by little, from this world of Being and non-Being
The non-existent leave and the existent arrive

They come with hands and clothes full of gold
For the poor and hungry they arrive

The gaunt, exhausted from the trials of Love
Strong and healthy they arrive

Like the rays of the Sun , the lives of the Pure
From those heights to the lowly valley they arrive

Green and fresh the garden for the pure
With new fruits from the love drunk they arrive

Their essence is grace and grace they unfold and expand
From the garden towards the garden they arrive

819 – Divane Shams


Unknown said...

It's great. Thanks for this dear Sensai!

Alien said...

Who translated this ghazal?

Dr. Ali Arsanjani said...

I did.