A Ghazal

Come in through the door, come in, for my heart is restless for you My rose garden is the blossoming of your spring cloud O light of dawn, O grace of daybreak The wakeful eye of night is all in waiting for you You do not stay hidden, for you are the light of the sun You are behind the veil, and the moon is the keeper of your veil When can the sword of the sun’s fire stay behind a veil? In this cold blue, the rift is torn by your spark The reward of the plain’s patience through the cold days of winter is the laughing rose, and the loud songs of your nightingale O jewel of the heart that you are, now look This lustrous ruby of my heart is scattered before you