Swords of Beauty

Ease the ardour of my yearning, my lady,
Reunite me with your vision.

Erase the lines written by my tears,
And with the ink of your kohled eye draw me.

Oh, my life that sweetens my life,
Oh, my hope for years remaining.

Who gathered the winds for me and returned,
The brightest years that slipped from my hands.

Oh swords of beauty in eyes of oryx,
You have so much - out of kindness give.

The love from ever-sleepless eyes has faded,
And my destiny, certain, this craving between us.

Have mercy on the withered boughs,
For love between lovers never dies.

My love I proclaimed from peaks of highest mountains,
Where, sadly, only echoes replied.

With burning passion, only her name on my lips,
Her I recall, and forget the existence of others.

Heartbreaking my laments, yet neglected my grief,
Though my words stir tears in the hardest hearts.

Overwhelmed me, deep, bleeding wounds,
Oh, oryx, from the pain of your wounds heal me.

Leave me not with this fire - these regrets,
Compassion and sympathy be yours - love is mine.

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