Tag: gold

  • A Gentle Wind

    By Fu Hsuan

    Translated by Arthur Waley

    A gentle wind fans the calm night;
    A bright moon shines on the high tower.
    A voice whispers, but no one answers when I call:
    A shadow stirs, but no one comes when I beckon.
    The kitchen man brings in a dish of lentils:
    Wine is there, but I do not fill my cup.
    Contentment with poverty is fortune’s best gift:
    Riches and Honour are the handmaids of Disaster.
    Though gold and gems by the world are sought and prized,
    To me they seem no more than weeds or chaff.

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  • Alchemy

    By Sara Teasdale

    I lift my heart as spring lifts up
    A yellow daisy to the rain;
    My heart will be a lovely cup
    Altho’ it holds but pain.

    For I shall learn from flower and leaf
    That color every drop they hold,
    To change the lifeless wine of grief
    To living gold.

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  • A Brimming Cup of Wine

    A Brimming Cup of Wine

    by Hafez

    A FLOWER-TINTED cheek, the flowery close
    Of the fair earth, these are enough for me
    Enough that in the meadow wanes and grows
    The shadow of a graceful cypress-tree.
    I am no lover of hypocrisy;
    Of all the treasures that the earth can boast,
    A brimming cup of wine I prize the most–
    This is enough for me!

    To them that here renowned for virtue live,
    A heavenly palace is the meet reward;
    To me, the drunkard and the beggar, give
    The temple of the grape with red wine stored!
    Beside a river seat thee on the sward;
    It floweth past-so flows thy life away,
    So sweetly, swiftly, fleets our little day–
    Swift, but enough for me!

    Look upon all the gold in the world’s mart,
    On all the tears the world hath shed in vain
    Shall they not satisfy thy craving heart?
    I have enough of loss, enough of gain;
    I have my Love, what more can I obtain?
    Mine is the joy of her companionship
    Whose healing lip is laid upon my lip–
    This is enough for me!

    I pray thee send not forth my naked soul
    From its poor house to seek for Paradise
    Though heaven and earth before me God unroll,
    Back to thy village still my spirit flies.
    And, Hafiz, at the door of Kismet lies
    No just complaint-a mind like water clear,
    A song that swells and dies upon the ear,
    These are enough for thee!

    From: Teachings of Hafiz
    Gertrude Lowthian Bell

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