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In my revelation
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing I sing.... In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving Upon the face of waters.... My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors. She descended from heaven unto my waters.... I bathe her in the brine of my tears.... Subtle in her long braids.. Floating in my spirit singing to me. She intermingles her essence with my burning desires, Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion. Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you But I am nearer to death! Withered like clouds, Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice, And life is but an old, ill man Thus, I am still waiting...! Life bears a resemblance to death here, The eyelashes of the room enclose me, A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher Thus, I am still waiting...! Am I truly alive..? Or, is there life living in death? My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me And I am still waiting.. I stroll... I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist, Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul, And the water soaking the stones of my heart. In your voice is the murmur of fabled water Whispering to the sands and stones, What will come forth, and that will go into a dream, An eminent dream that will live in concert And leave with autumn winds. You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain, The pain indwelling in the depths, Glittering apparently in the spirit Like a frozen pond in winter. It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute Filling the air with melodies. Melodies which are chanted by gods Who cry and moan with the sad tune. They pray, and call, "O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?" You have come ! Who you have made out of me a lover In time where I forgot That love is like a rain When it pours on a dead land Revives it… O my soul’s desire Save me ! I have detested the ruins of my soul .. And in the lack of mud I am drowning .. Baptize me ! Your tears are so warm To redeem my sins Love me ! And that would be enough…! In space of a yearning desire Ruins of a tremble.. Tremble of love Filling the jungle of love with trees Trees that their roots expanded to a memory Memory that its fire still burning In time I did not heed fire beside love This is me who becomes a lover when a breeze of memory a wandering spectrum passes by my mind lusts to be in love…
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