again The Vinales Valley is covered with rain <br />and seduced by abundant dream to regain <br />crying for Love among the Cone flowers <br />of heavenly words and the heroic goers <br /> <br />and Velazquez is with them where they go <br />that they will sing, for you need not so <br />is it not curses heaped on crowned head? <br />say not gentle things as other women have said <br /> <br />but on a sudden fierce fate came <br />vigorously pondering, thunderbolt and flame <br />blurred by gorgeous wish, of beauty and loss <br />showered on Esfahan, to beautify them and toss <br /> <br />soft as they whisper who in this winter's moon gird <br />from bricked road and below tunnel, and they heard <br />clearing your hearts from all poisoning blindness <br />touch the Hope and serene Loving kindness<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-2-2/
