Bespeak Oh Reverent Soul!
Bespeak Oh reverent soul! !
Tempest has falleth.
O’er the oceans of silence.
O'er the vapors of dream.
Nightingale sings peace.
A lover's seared heart whales.
Don’t you hear their call?
Through the canopies of trees?
Across the sandal forests.
Does not the breeze bring to you
The fragrance of lilies in your lover's garden?
Does not your heart desire to sing
In unison with the nightingale forgetting wrath and grievance?
Is your tongue so impure...?
That it shall stain the holy words of love?
Then what revere you soul possess?
What shall you speak?
Tempest too fallth o'er this heart...
Does clamor not roarth in thy chest?
poem by Lama Abbas
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