The Breeze at Dawn
Every morning, play your organon, like this! Yes, my beauty! like this, like this! Leave your harp next to Venus, O my moon! enter, stamping your feet joyfully, like this! When the crowd asks for fragrant musk; Untie your hair [in a dance], like this. If the firmament turns against your will, for one instance; It is the day of assembly, O love hold my hand! And guide me to the royal celebration, like this. (Divan 1953:3-6) Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz, 'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of... Sign in to see full entry.