Date: 26 May 2012

Justin’s desk

This makes me smile. Even Newton is tucked away back there.

A Song

I sing a sad song –
sadder that the sunset’s walk
in the city streets;
I feel grief in my blood
flowering from some hidden spring;
my friends, we die –
we sail into the end
without pausing to say goodbye;
our dreams, hopes, loves
come to an end
like footprints in the sand
chewed by the desert.

I sing a happy song –
happier than the sunrise
on another shore;
happier than the smile
a birthday-child smiles;
happier than a new kiss;
I feel a stubborn joy
conquering my blood;
my friends, we live –
we live each instant
to its deepest cores, collect
its treasures, trifle with its secrets
lave ourselves within its ecstasy.

Of death and life I shall
a happy/sad sad/happy song sing…

– Shaikh Ghazi Al-Qusabi


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