first time ever I saw your face
I saw the sun rise in your eyes
That the moon and the stars were a gift you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.
first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love,
That was there at my command.
first time I ever lay with you
And felt your heartbeat close to mine
I thought our joy would never end
And would last till the end of time, my love
And would last till the end of time.
Keep love in your heart
A life without it,
is like a sunless garden,
where the flowers are death.
The conciousness of loving and being loved,
brings a warmth and richness to life,
That nothing else can bring.
Connais tu le pays ou fleurit l'oranger,
Le pays des fruits d'or et des roses vermeilles
ou la brise est plus douce
et l'oiseau plus leger,
ou dans toute saison butinent les abeilles,
ou rayonne et sourit comme un bienfait de Dieu
un eternel printemps sous un ciel toujours blue.
C'est la que je veux vivre, aimer et mourir.
Ambroise Thomas 1866
Le livre de la vie,
est le livre suprème.
Mais les pages qu'on lit
ne passent qu'une fois.
On voudrait s'arreter
à la page où l'on aime.
Mais la page où l'on mourit
est dejà sous nos doigts.
Alphionse de la Martine
I first loved, I gave my very soul
Utterly unreserved to
But love deceived me,
wrenched my youth away,
And made the gold of life forever grey.
I lived lonely, yet I tried in vain
With any other joy to stifle pain.
There is no other joy I learned to know.
And so I returned to love as long ago.
I, this little while ere I go hence,
Love very lightly now,
In self defense!
by Taj Mohamed
passion is but an amber, of a sun, of a fire, long set.
I would not live and
remember, and so I love and forget.
You say and the tone fretful, that my mourning days were few.
You call me over forgetful,
My God, if you only knew!
stars await serene and white, the unarisen moon.
O, come and stay with me tonight, beside the salt lagoon.
My hut is small, but as you lie, you see the lighted shore.
And hear the rippling water sigh, beneath the pile raised floor.
gift have I of jewels, or flowers, my room is poor and bare.
But all the silver sea is ours, and all the scented air,
Blown from the mainland, where there grows th`Intriguer of the night,
The flower, that you have named tuberose, sweet scented, slim and white.
flower, that when the air is still, and no land breezes blow.
From its pale petals can distill, a phosphorescent glow.
I can see your ship at anchor ride, her captive lightning shine
Before she takes tomorrows tide, let this one night be mine.
in the language of your land, my words are poor and few,
O, read my eyes and understand, I gave my youth to you!
night I came to your village, looked carefully over your hut.
And imagined you sleeping there.
I came by night in the friendly night.
The monsoon was with me, when I came to you
And searched out your hut from all others, breathless.
I make do with little, oh my life, my gazelle.
One day you may learn, that I came bearing no gifts, expecting none,
Simply to gaze at your door.
Will you laugh at me and whisper behind closed fingers?
Oh, mad love, my own mad love!
comes by surprise,
Happiness is a spirit, that descends unaware,
And seldom when it is sought.
little do we perceive, what solitude is, and how far it is extendeth
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
And talk a tinkling cymbal,
Where there is no love.
for me and I’ll return, only wait very hard
Wait when you are filled with sorrow
As you watch the yellow rain,
Wait when the wind sweeps the snow drifts,
Wait in the sweltering heat,
Wait when others have stopped waiting, forgetting their yesterdays.
Wait even when from afar, no letters come to you.
Wait even when others have stopped waiting, and friends sit around the
fire, drinking to my memory.
and do not hurry to drink to my memory too.
Wait, for I’ll return, defying every death
And let those who do not wait say, that I was lucky.
They will never understand that in the midst of death,
You, with your waiting saved me.
Only you and I know how I survived.
It is because you waited as no one else did.
lines by John McCarthy, former hostage
From a poem by Konstantin Simonov
not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
nothing can bring back the hour,
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower
we will grieve not, rather find strength,
In what remains behind
before He sent His children to earth, gave each of them a very carefully
selected package of problems.
"These," He promised smiling,
"are yours alone and no one else, may have the blessings
these problems will bring to you.
And only you have the special talents and abilities that will be needed
make these problems your servants.
go down to your birth and to your forgetfulness.
Know that I love you beyond measures.
These problems that I give you are a symbol of that love.
The monument that you make of your life, with the help
Of these problems, will be a symbol of your love for me,
harmony, with what you cannot control ~
be dismayed at goodbyes,
A farewell is necessary,
before you can meet again.
And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes
is certain for those who are friends.
was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week, my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought, that love would last forever,
I was wrong.
stars are not wanted now, put our everyone,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean, sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can come to any good.
a poem by W H Auden
what is it to die,
But to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun.
And what is it to cease breathing,
But to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and see God unencumbered
when the earth shall claim your limbs
Then shall you truly dance.
Forget not that I shall come back to you.
A little while, and my longing shall gather dust and foam,
For another body.
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind,
And another woman shall bear me.
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
if perchance you see the red of western skies,
Or feel the cool of soft rain,
or smell the flowers I loved,
Then let your heart beat fast for me
And I will not be dead.
the roads rise to meet you
May the winds be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.