stare at the unchanging rainbows and majestic arcade
far-sweeping to some victorious minaret made
of swollen longing, burst and absorb red wine
where silvery gifts lie, in dune and shine
it was being woven out of surface of mirage
than any lava the fire ever trust at the sharpest edge
who bore Rembrandt, but alone, carve the earth
within the still, blue tower that gave her birth
but when thy spell be cast romance and all
May God give thee, and embrace thee to our soul!
shall Love renew this Zurich? Of dedication
or fill these lovely veins full again with imagination
embroidering of hearts they did with daffodils and opals
Potala Palace in holidays, and meditative festivals
drawing no dividend from Wedding's tomorrow
without her prejudices and sorrow
Ahmad Shiddiqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-1/
