Through handkerchief-hung nights of emerald rain br And murmur of the shiny majestic tavern br Thou art that shark! of what below thee lies br Far in the unblocked shimmering skies br br Glows in swart splendour from the reddish face br Where velvet, bloomy grapes, for very senses br Sensuous scents of musk and myrtle hover sigh br The frail pomegranate-harvest, flying high br br Glad from Istambul grown mature and weary br Half-soldiers, their brave melodies and dreary br Naught broken cover this spirit, split but breath br And the worst dream and hope is the coming death br br Their jasmines, the sweetness of fragile minds br And each silence journey a drawing-down of blinds br Our gold in hole of sorrow, our wills in storm br Touch at Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz which deny thy harmbr br Ahmad Shiddiqibr br