Poem
Ali Alizadeh
GHAZAL 1 BY ATTAR
Since there is no one to be our companion in Lovethe prayer-mat is for the pious; wine-dregs and vice for us.
A place where people’s souls turn and twist like polo balls
is not a place for rogues; so what’s that got to do with us?
If the wine-bringers of the spirit sit with the devout
their wine is for the ascetics; lees and hangovers for us.
Cure is for the purists, consternation for the broken,
joyfulness for the do-gooders; while grief is our remembrance.
O pretender, you are not here to witness our wealth
as the Beloved extorted all that we owned within us.
Words of experience came from the messenger of truth:
O weary, as you make your way, shed your grief for us.
Attār was absorbed in sorrow along this Path.
Because he’s absolutely finished, his solace is with us.
© Translation: 2007, Ali Alizadeh and Kenneth Avery
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: re.press, Melbourne, 2007
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: re.press, Melbourne, 2007
GHAZAL 1 BY ATTAR
© 2007, Ali Alizadeh
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: re.press, Melbourne
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: re.press, Melbourne
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GHAZAL 1 BY ATTAR
Since there is no one to be our companion in Lovethe prayer-mat is for the pious; wine-dregs and vice for us.
A place where people’s souls turn and twist like polo balls
is not a place for rogues; so what’s that got to do with us?
If the wine-bringers of the spirit sit with the devout
their wine is for the ascetics; lees and hangovers for us.
Cure is for the purists, consternation for the broken,
joyfulness for the do-gooders; while grief is our remembrance.
O pretender, you are not here to witness our wealth
as the Beloved extorted all that we owned within us.
Words of experience came from the messenger of truth:
O weary, as you make your way, shed your grief for us.
Attār was absorbed in sorrow along this Path.
Because he’s absolutely finished, his solace is with us.
© 2007, Ali Alizadeh and Kenneth Avery
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: 2007, re.press, Melbourne
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: 2007, re.press, Melbourne
GHAZAL 1 BY ATTAR
Since there is no one to be our companion in Lovethe prayer-mat is for the pious; wine-dregs and vice for us.
A place where people’s souls turn and twist like polo balls
is not a place for rogues; so what’s that got to do with us?
If the wine-bringers of the spirit sit with the devout
their wine is for the ascetics; lees and hangovers for us.
Cure is for the purists, consternation for the broken,
joyfulness for the do-gooders; while grief is our remembrance.
O pretender, you are not here to witness our wealth
as the Beloved extorted all that we owned within us.
Words of experience came from the messenger of truth:
O weary, as you make your way, shed your grief for us.
Attār was absorbed in sorrow along this Path.
Because he’s absolutely finished, his solace is with us.
© 2007, Ali Alizadeh and Kenneth Avery
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: 2007, re.press, Melbourne
From: Fifty Poems of Attār
Publisher: 2007, re.press, Melbourne
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