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The Joy Of Loving You
Down in the myrtle grove
A girl is dancing to the moon.
A thousand dew-stars in her hair,
About her feet a thousand wings.
When in love
The dancer's feet are drunk with songs,
They set the air a-throbbing,
And like doves her hands fly upward.
In the spring of my heart
I sang in your gardens.
The girl has heard the song
And now she seeks the singer.
Like a fawn in glad surprise
She leaps over rocks and streams
And turns to every side.
The smile on lips that quiver
With foretaste of promised delight
What flower has fallen from heaven,
What flame has risen from hell,
That startled the heart of silence
To this breathless joy and fear?
What dream dreamt we
Upon the height,
What thought gave me to the wind
That woke the drowsing valley
And made watchful the night?
The girl has found the singer
She sees his raptured face.
Panther- like she slips
With subtle steps
Through rustling vine and fern.
And now amid his ardent cries
He gazes full on her.
She turned round and beheld
A horseman riding slowly towards her.
He dismounted from his horse
And greeted her gently,
In a manner no man had ever used
To her before.
She stood upright by the edge of the spring,
Straight like a young branch,
At the same time feeling a little afraid,
With a shyness and modesty
That heightened her tenderness
And beauty.
In silence they gaze
The one upon the other,
And yet his sunburnt throat
Throbs with the song;
And in her limb the happy dance.
Her soul was a polished mirror
Reflecting all the loveliness of the fields,
And her heart was like
The wide valleys.
Dreams and strange thoughts
Crowded upon her like a flock
That comes across a watercourse.
She became a woman,
And she likened herself in some vague manner
To fresh virgin soil that is yet to be planted
With seeds of knowledge.
She was about to go
When the man stopped her.
The red wine of his youth coursed strongly
Through his veins. His look toward her changed
As he said, "No, do not go."
She remained standing and wondering,
For she felt in his voice a force
That prevented her from
Movement.
She stole a glance at him,
He was looking at her carefully;
A look whose meaning she could not understand.
Then he smiled at her in so dewitching
A manner as to make her want to weep
At its very sweetness.
Soon she began to feel in her heart
The stirring of emotions she had never
Before known; it was like becoming
Aware of the perfume in the heart
Of a flower.
He let his eye rest with affection
On her bare feet, her pretty wrists,
Her smooth neck, her soft, thick hair,
He noted with a rising passion, her gleaming skin
Given her by the sun, and her arms,
Which nature had made strong. But she stayed silent
And ashamed. She did not want to go away,
Nor,for reasons she was unable to divine,
Could she find power to speak.
She listened with intentness as I spoke,
And her face was lighted up as the clouds are
Illuminated by the soft rays of the setting sun.
She motioned me to sit beside her. I did so,
Seeking to learn from her eloquent features,
Of the hidden things of her sad spirit.
He took me and drew me to his breast
and kissed me. Until then I knew not
that of taste of kiss.
Her voice grew low
and her lips began to tremble like the petals
of a flower before the dawn breeze.
her lover clasped her to him,
wetting her neck with
his tears.
He felt the light fluttering of winds
in his burning bones, and a strong and mighty love
taking possession of his heart and soul.
He began to feel the swift beating of his heart
and the renewed quaking of his spirit.
Like a sleeper whom the sun's rays have startled
into wakefulness, he moved and looked about him.
He beheld her coming out from among the trees
carrying a jar upon her shoulders.
Slowly she walked toward the water;
her bare feet were wet with dew, when she bent
to fill her jar she looked towards
the opposite bank and her eyes
met him.
He drew nigh to her, embraced her,
and kissed her lips and her neck and her eyes.
She made no movement in his arms,
as though the sweetness of the embrace
had robbed her of her will,
And the lightness of touch taken
from her all strength.
She yield as the fragrance of the jasmine
Give itself up to the currents of air.
She dropped her head upon his breast
Like one exhausted, who has found rest,
And sighed deeply.
It was a sigh telling of contentment
In a constricted heart, and the stirring of life
within that which had been sleeping and was now awakened.
She raised her head and looked into his eyes,
the look of one who despises the speech
customary among men- the look
of one who is not content that love
should be a soul in a
body of words.
He spoke kindly to me
and said that I was beautiful, that he loved me
and would not forsake me.
The lovers walked among the willow trees,
and speaking of the oneness of both;
and an ear listening in silence
to the inspiration of love;
and a seeing eye
seeing the glory
of happiness.
As they sat down by a rock
that protected the violets with its shadow,
she looked into his black eyes while the breeze played in her hair
as though it were invisible lips
that would kiss her.
She felt bewitched fingertips
caressing her tongue and lips,
and her will was
a prisoner.
He closed his eyes,
For her words were music to his soul,
He felt that unseen wings
were bearing him away.
Upon her lips was a smile of love
and in her glance the ray of life.
His face lighted up and his spirit
was refreshed.
He took her thin hand in his
And kissed her lips repeatedly as though
He would breathe new life into her body
she turned her face,
which had been hidden
among the silken pillows, towards him
and opened her eyes,
upon her lips
appeared the shadow
of a smile.
The lovers embraced
and drank of the wine of kisses
until they were satisfied. They slept each
enfolded in the arms of the other, until the shade
moved away, and the sun's heat
awakened them.
Soon they met and joined one another
until they were swift-flowing rivers,
their roaring announcing to all
that nature had awakened from
her sleep.
Upon her was showered
all that blessing of gracefulness and kindness,
and he gave her the cup of happiness
to drink from.
Is it not the hand of God
that brought our souls close together before birth,
and made us prisoners of each other
for all the days and nights
Her hand was still on my head as she spoke,
and I would not have preferred a royal crown
or a wreath of glory to that beautiful, smooth
hand whose fingers were twined
in my hair.
I perceived the feathery touch of delicate wings
rustling about my flaming heart,
and a great love possessing me.
A love whose power separates the mind from
the world of quantity and measurement.
A love that talks when the tongue of life is muted.
That love descended in that quiet hour
upon my heart and seared into my being
a bitter and sweet affection,
like thorns growing by the side of the
flourishing flower.
A minute passed, whose seconds
were glittering lamps, illuminating their hearts
and spirits; and silence brought vague
remembrance, revealing to them images
and scenes far away from that brook
and those trees. They heard each other in the
understanding silence, listening tearfully
to each other's sighs of heart and soul
until complete knowing prevailed
between the two.
Still compelled by a mysterious power,
he leaped across the brook and approached
the maiden, embraced her and printed
a long kiss upon her lips.
As if the sweetness of his caress
had usurped her will, she did not move.
She yielded to him as the fragrance of jasmine
concedes to the vibration of the breeze,
carrying it into the spacious
firmament.
She placed her head upon his chest
Like a tortured person who has found rest.
She sighed deeply… a sigh that announced
the rebirth of happiness in a torn heart
and proclaimed a revolution of wings
that has ascended after having been injured.
She raised her head and looked at him
with her sould- a look which offered myriads of
thoughts in the unspoken language
of the heart.
The maiden looked into his black eyes
while the breeze caressed her hair,
as if the shimmering wisps were fingertips
carving for sweet kisses. She felt as though some
magic and strong gentleness were touching
her lips in spite of her will.
Where are you leading me,
Oh enchanting One,
and how long shall I follow you
upon this road,
planted with thorns?
We were born together,
and together we shall be for evermore.
We shall be together
when the white wings of death
scatter our days.
We shall be together
even in the silent memory
of God.
But let there be spaces in
our togetherness.
And let the wind of the heavens
dance between us.
Let us love one another,
but let us not make a bond of love:
Let it rather be a morning sea between
the shores of our souls.
Let us sing and dance together
and be joyous,
but let each of us be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the
same music.
Let us give our hearts,
but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of life
can contain our hearts.
Let us stand together yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple
stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cyprus
grow not in each other's
shadow.
Among the hills when you sit
in the cool shade of the white poplars,
sharing the peace and serenity,
then let your heart say in silence—
he loves me with tenderness.
And when the storm comes,
and the mighty wind shakes the forest,
and thunder and lightning proclaim
the majesty of the sky, then let your heart
say in awe—he loves me with passion.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons
that pass over your fields.
And the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips, has been fashioned
of the clay which the potter
has moistened with his
own sacred tears.
O my beloved,
You are God's spirit everywhere,
you are stronger
than the ages.
Sit by me, my beloved,
and listen to my heart; smile,
for your happiness is a symbol of our future;
be merry for the sparkling days
rejoice with us.
I became intoxicated
with your sweet wine that has stolen my will,
and I now find my lips
kissing your hand constantly.
Will you accept a heart
that loves but never yields?
And burns, but never melts?
Will you be a at ease
With a soul that quivers before
the tempest, but never
surrenders to it?
Then here is my hand—
grasp it with your beautiful hand;
And here is my body—embrace it with your
loving arms; and here is my lips—
bestow upon them a deep and
dizzy kiss.
She stretches forth her silky hand
and lifts you high, and sings to you
the song of hope
and causes you to lose
your cares.
You are the woman whom
my heart has loved and at whose feet
I poured my affection.
Do you have memory of the day we met,
when the halo of your spirit surrounded us,
and the Angels of love
floated about…?
Remember you the trails and forest we walked,
with hands joined, and our heads
leaning against each other as if we were hiding
ourselves within ourselves?
Recall your hour I bade you farewell,
and the Miriamite kiss
you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in love
reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter.
I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
with tears coursing your cheeks and you said,
earthly bodies must be often separate
for earthly purpose.
O companion of my soul, where are you?
Are you praying in the temple?
Or calling nature in the field,
haven of your dreams?
Where are you, my beloved?
Are you in that little paradise,
watering the flowers that look upon you
as infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Where are you now, my love?
Are you awake in the silence of the night?
Let the clean breeze convey to you
my heart's every beat
and affection.
Are you fondling my face in your memory?
That image is no longer my own,
for sorrow has dropped his shadow
on my happy countenance
of the past.
Sobs have withered my eyes
which reflected your beauty and dried my lips
which you sweetened with kisses.
Where are you, my beloved?
Do you hear my weeping from
beyond the ocean?
Do you understand my need?
Where are you, my beautiful star?
The obscurity of life has cast me upon its bosom;
Sorrow has conquered me
Sail your smile into the air,
it will reach and enliven me.
Breathe your fragrance into the air,
it will sustain me.
Where are you, my beloved?
Oh, how great is love!
And how little am I!
Soon you will be the owner of this vast land,
Lighted by this beautiful moon;
Soon you will be the mistress
of my palace.
She leaned her beautiful head upon her hands and
with a voice sweeter than the sound of the lyre,
she said, " I have never met you,
But I heard the echoes of your thoughts and dreams.
Allow me to reveal to you the full contents of my heart."
I have unbound my wings
And I am ready to ascend;
Will you accompany me?
The two lovers embraced
and drank the wine of sweet kisses together
until they became intoxicated.
They slumbered
wrapped in each other's arms.
Close your eyes and you will see me
with you forever.
Let me sleep,
for my soul is intoxicated
with your love.
That deepest thing, that recogn
The Joy Of Loving You
Down in the myrtle grove
A girl is dancing to the moon.
A thousand dew-stars in her hair,
About her feet a thousand wings.
When in love
The dancer's feet are drunk with songs,
They set the air a-throbbing,
And like doves her hands fly upward.
In the spring of my heart
I sang in your gardens.
The girl has heard the song
And now she seeks the singer.
Like a fawn in glad surprise
She leaps over rocks and streams
And turns to every side.
The smile on lips that quiver
With foretaste of promised delight
What flower has fallen from heaven,
What flame has risen from hell,
That startled the heart of silence
To this breathless joy and fear?
What dream dreamt we
Upon the height,
What thought gave me to the wind
That woke the drowsing valley
And made watchful the night?
The girl has found the singer
She sees his raptured face.
Panther- like she slips
With subtle steps
Through rustling vine and fern.
And now amid his ardent cries
He gazes full on her.
She turned round and beheld
A horseman riding slowly towards her.
He dismounted from his horse
And greeted her gently,
In a manner no man had ever used
To her before.
She stood upright by the edge of the spring,
Straight like a young branch,
At the same time feeling a little afraid,
With a shyness and modesty
That heightened her tenderness
And beauty.
In silence they gaze
The one upon the other,
And yet his sunburnt throat
Throbs with the song;
And in her limb the happy dance.
Her soul was a polished mirror
Reflecting all the loveliness of the fields,
And her heart was like
The wide valleys.
Dreams and strange thoughts
Crowded upon her like a flock
That comes across a watercourse.
She became a woman,
And she likened herself in some vague manner
To fresh virgin soil that is yet to be planted
With seeds of knowledge.
She was about to go
When the man stopped her.
The red wine of his youth coursed strongly
Through his veins. His look toward her changed
As he said, "No, do not go."
She remained standing and wondering,
For she felt in his voice a force
That prevented her from
Movement.
She stole a glance at him,
He was looking at her carefully;
A look whose meaning she could not understand.
Then he smiled at her in so dewitching
A manner as to make her want to weep
At its very sweetness.
Soon she began to feel in her heart
The stirring of emotions she had never
Before known; it was like becoming
Aware of the perfume in the heart
Of a flower.
He let his eye rest with affection
On her bare feet, her pretty wrists,
Her smooth neck, her soft, thick hair,
He noted with a rising passion, her gleaming skin
Given her by the sun, and her arms,
Which nature had made strong. But she stayed silent
And ashamed. She did not want to go away,
Nor,for reasons she was unable to divine,
Could she find power to speak.
She listened with intentness as I spoke,
And her face was lighted up as the clouds are
Illuminated by the soft rays of the setting sun.
She motioned me to sit beside her. I did so,
Seeking to learn from her eloquent features,
Of the hidden things of her sad spirit.
He took me and drew me to his breast
and kissed me. Until then I knew not
that of taste of kiss.
Her voice grew low
and her lips began to tremble like the petals
of a flower before the dawn breeze.
her lover clasped her to him,
wetting her neck with
his tears.
He felt the light fluttering of winds
in his burning bones, and a strong and mighty love
taking possession of his heart and soul.
He began to feel the swift beating of his heart
and the renewed quaking of his spirit.
Like a sleeper whom the sun's rays have startled
into wakefulness, he moved and looked about him.
He beheld her coming out from among the trees
carrying a jar upon her shoulders.
Slowly she walked toward the water;
her bare feet were wet with dew, when she bent
to fill her jar she looked towards
the opposite bank and her eyes
met him.
He drew nigh to her, embraced her,
and kissed her lips and her neck and her eyes.
She made no movement in his arms,
as though the sweetness of the embrace
had robbed her of her will,
And the lightness of touch taken
from her all strength.
She yield as the fragrance of the jasmine
Give itself up to the currents of air.
She dropped her head upon his breast
Like one exhausted, who has found rest,
And sighed deeply.
It was a sigh telling of contentment
In a constricted heart, and the stirring of life
within that which had been sleeping and was now awakened.
She raised her head and looked into his eyes,
the look of one who despises the speech
customary among men- the look
of one who is not content that love
should be a soul in a
body of words.
He spoke kindly to me
and said that I was beautiful, that he loved me
and would not forsake me.
The lovers walked among the willow trees,
and speaking of the oneness of both;
and an ear listening in silence
to the inspiration of love;
and a seeing eye
seeing the glory
of happiness.
As they sat down by a rock
that protected the violets with its shadow,
she looked into his black eyes while the breeze played in her hair
as though it were invisible lips
that would kiss her.
She felt bewitched fingertips
caressing her tongue and lips,
and her will was
a prisoner.
He closed his eyes,
For her words were music to his soul,
He felt that unseen wings
were bearing him away.
Upon her lips was a smile of love
and in her glance the ray of life.
His face lighted up and his spirit
was refreshed.
He took her thin hand in his
And kissed her lips repeatedly as though
He would breathe new life into her body
she turned her face,
which had been hidden
among the silken pillows, towards him
and opened her eyes,
upon her lips
appeared the shadow
of a smile.
The lovers embraced
and drank of the wine of kisses
until they were satisfied. They slept each
enfolded in the arms of the other, until the shade
moved away, and the sun's heat
awakened them.
Soon they met and joined one another
until they were swift-flowing rivers,
their roaring announcing to all
that nature had awakened from
her sleep.
Upon her was showered
all that blessing of gracefulness and kindness,
and he gave her the cup of happiness
to drink from.
Is it not the hand of God
that brought our souls close together before birth,
and made us prisoners of each other
for all the days and nights
Her hand was still on my head as she spoke,
and I would not have preferred a royal crown
or a wreath of glory to that beautiful, smooth
hand whose fingers were twined
in my hair.
I perceived the feathery touch of delicate wings
rustling about my flaming heart,
and a great love possessing me.
A love whose power separates the mind from
the world of quantity and measurement.
A love that talks when the tongue of life is muted.
That love descended in that quiet hour
upon my heart and seared into my being
a bitter and sweet affection,
like thorns growing by the side of the
flourishing flower.
A minute passed, whose seconds
were glittering lamps, illuminating their hearts
and spirits; and silence brought vague
remembrance, revealing to them images
and scenes far away from that brook
and those trees. They heard each other in the
understanding silence, listening tearfully
to each other's sighs of heart and soul
until complete knowing prevailed
between the two.
Still compelled by a mysterious power,
he leaped across the brook and approached
the maiden, embraced her and printed
a long kiss upon her lips.
As if the sweetness of his caress
had usurped her will, she did not move.
She yielded to him as the fragrance of jasmine
concedes to the vibration of the breeze,
carrying it into the spacious
firmament.
She placed her head upon his chest
Like a tortured person who has found rest.
She sighed deeply… a sigh that announced
the rebirth of happiness in a torn heart
and proclaimed a revolution of wings
that has ascended after having been injured.
She raised her head and looked at him
with her sould- a look which offered myriads of
thoughts in the unspoken language
of the heart.
The maiden looked into his black eyes
while the breeze caressed her hair,
as if the shimmering wisps were fingertips
carving for sweet kisses. She felt as though some
magic and strong gentleness were touching
her lips in spite of her will.
Where are you leading me,
Oh enchanting One,
and how long shall I follow you
upon this road,
planted with thorns?
We were born together,
and together we shall be for evermore.
We shall be together
when the white wings of death
scatter our days.
We shall be together
even in the silent memory
of God.
But let there be spaces in
our togetherness.
And let the wind of the heavens
dance between us.
Let us love one another,
but let us not make a bond of love:
Let it rather be a morning sea between
the shores of our souls.
Let us sing and dance together
and be joyous,
but let each of us be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the
same music.
Let us give our hearts,
but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of life
can contain our hearts.
Let us stand together yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple
stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cyprus
grow not in each other's
shadow.
Among the hills when you sit
in the cool shade of the white poplars,
sharing the peace and serenity,
then let your heart say in silence—
he loves me with tenderness.
And when the storm comes,
and the mighty wind shakes the forest,
and thunder and lightning proclaim
the majesty of the sky, then let your heart
say in awe—he loves me with passion.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons
that pass over your fields.
And the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips, has been fashioned
of the clay which the potter
has moistened with his
own sacred tears.
O my beloved,
You are God's spirit everywhere,
you are stronger
than the ages.
Sit by me, my beloved,
and listen to my heart; smile,
for your happiness is a symbol of our future;
be merry for the sparkling days
rejoice with us.
I became intoxicated
with your sweet wine that has stolen my will,
and I now find my lips
kissing your hand constantly.
Will you accept a heart
that loves but never yields?
And burns, but never melts?
Will you be a at ease
With a soul that quivers before
the tempest, but never
surrenders to it?
Then here is my hand—
grasp it with your beautiful hand;
And here is my body—embrace it with your
loving arms; and here is my lips—
bestow upon them a deep and
dizzy kiss.
She stretches forth her silky hand
and lifts you high, and sings to you
the song of hope
and causes you to lose
your cares.
You are the woman whom
my heart has loved and at whose feet
I poured my affection.
Do you have memory of the day we met,
when the halo of your spirit surrounded us,
and the Angels of love
floated about…?
Remember you the trails and forest we walked,
with hands joined, and our heads
leaning against each other as if we were hiding
ourselves within ourselves?
Recall your hour I bade you farewell,
and the Miriamite kiss
you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in love
reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter.
I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
with tears coursing your cheeks and you said,
earthly bodies must be often separate
for earthly purpose.
O companion of my soul, where are you?
Are you praying in the temple?
Or calling nature in the field,
haven of your dreams?
Where are you, my beloved?
Are you in that little paradise,
watering the flowers that look upon you
as infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Where are you now, my love?
Are you awake in the silence of the night?
Let the clean breeze convey to you
my heart's every beat
and affection.
Are you fondling my face in your memory?
That image is no longer my own,
for sorrow has dropped his shadow
on my happy countenance
of the past.
Sobs have withered my eyes
which reflected your beauty and dried my lips
which you sweetened with kisses.
Where are you, my beloved?
Do you hear my weeping from
beyond the ocean?
Do you understand my need?
Where are you, my beautiful star?
The obscurity of life has cast me upon its bosom;
Sorrow has conquered me
Sail your smile into the air,
it will reach and enliven me.
Breathe your fragrance into the air,
it will sustain me.
Where are you, my beloved?
Oh, how great is love!
And how little am I!
Soon you will be the owner of this vast land,
Lighted by this beautiful moon;
Soon you will be the mistress
of my palace.
She leaned her beautiful head upon her hands and
with a voice sweeter than the sound of the lyre,
she said, " I have never met you,
But I heard the echoes of your thoughts and dreams.
Allow me to reveal to you the full contents of my heart."
I have unbound my wings
And I am ready to ascend;
Will you accompany me?
The two lovers embraced
and drank the wine of sweet kisses together
until they became intoxicated.
They slumbered
wrapped in each other's arms.
Close your eyes and you will see me
with you forever.
Let me sleep,
for my soul is intoxicated
with your love.
That deepest thing, that recogn
