Hear, Hear!

Upon hearing my poem last evening, they did utter “hear, hear!”
But, on the street today, how they did demur – hear, hear!

As descends the wine, tinkling, into the glass
Into this desolate heart-chamber would she descend – hear, hear!

To all appearances, she has no interest in me – and yet
For the evening’s tryst, how she would prepare – hear, hear!

I gave my life once in the ecstasy of love – what of it?
Regret, for fear of scandal how she dies daily – hear, hear!

As blows the breeze, fragrant over the flowerbeds come dawn
So through the garden of my thoughts, she would flow – hear, hear!

Although the lovers of the secret of Life are many, dear Sifar
The face of the Truth so frightens them – hear, hear!

A Guest Was

Into the cold, dark heart of night descended Dawn's warm dagger
And the sky, in every direction as it was, blood-splattered was

Although a hundred thousand bubbles of sorrow welled up within the heart
Life was escaping through my lips – the reason I silent was


The Sun itself, lord of the skies, uttered not a word
But, on the lips of the breeze and the cheeks of the rose, its story was


What we endured on the path of faith, is evident on the face
Seeing my reflection in the river, I too, astounded was


A few days Sifar resided here, wrote a bit, went on his way
That is the sum and substance of his tale – he just a guest was