how very close


how very close

is your soul with mine

i know for sure

everything you think

goes through my mind


i am with you

now and doomsday

not like a host

caring for you

at a feast alone


with you i am happy

all the times

the time i offer my life

or the time

you gift me your love


offering my life

is a profitable venture

each life i give

you pay in turn

a hundred lives again


in this house

there are a thousand

dead and still souls

making you stay

as this will be yours


a handful of earth

cries aloud

i used to be hair or

i used to be bones


and just the moment

when you are all confused

leaps forth a voice

hold me close

i'm love and

i'm always yours

ghazal number 1515, translated by Nader Khalili

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