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Tag: Qushayri

The Watchers

Poet: Qushayri

As if a spy from you
     were watching my inclinations,
and another were watching
     my gaze and tongue.

My ordeal in you is that

Poet: Qushayri

My ordeal in you is that
     I take no heed of my ordeal.
Your nearness is like your farness.
     When is the moment of my rest?

The round of a cup

Poet: Qushayri

The round of a cup
     has made the people drunk
but my drunkenness is in
     the one who passes the cup around.