There lies a rose
In the mire of the road
Knowing not
She is in the mire...
Because she is dead...
A carriage drives over her,
A silly boy kicks her,
Hurting other beauties -
But not her...
She is dead...
Days pass,
It’s getting colder.
All that is left of her
Is hardly seen...
In his abundant
Gift for meditation
And insight,
A pilgrim notes
Her sacral light.
Then, raises her
From dust and shame,
Reminiscent of her days of fame,
Smiles at the undying beauty.
Now, he knows for sure
He’s completed his duty.

10.09.2003

here i am again
remember me, my friend
or i changed so much?
is my hand you touch
so unfamiliar?
and a little wrong
the feeling you possess
but it is so strong
no need to confess...
that’s the truth
everyone knows
nothing
there is
that can stop us
from making mistakes
eating bugs and snakes
and then regretting
forgetting
who we are
have we gone too far?

XVII VII MMIII

۱
Where do we come from? Where are we going to? طَرِيقً
What sense is there in our life? We never have a clue. الحَيَـاةً مَعْـنًى
How many blameless souls under the wheel azure نُفُـوسٌ أَطْهَارٌ
Are being burn’d to ash and dust – where is the smoke, I ask? دُخَانٌ
۲
Thou shall not plant the trees of grief... شَخَرَة حُرْن
Though for enlightenment search the sun: إِنجِلاَءٌ
Shall care thou of lovely and love wine! رِعَايَةٌ
For time we live’s unequal to divine. وَقْتٌ
۳
I came into this world – has it become more splendid? مُوسِر
I’m gone – will it be hurt so badly? خَسَارَة
I wish somebody told me why سِرّْ
I came from dust and dust become will I. هَـبَاء
۴
I drink not wine for cheer, I drink not wine for vice, عِلَّةًُ
Nor drink I to deny all that is bright and holy. سَبِب
I just want to forget myself if only for a while – نُكْرَانُ اَْلدَّاتِ
That’s why I drink all time – the price I pay is solid! خَزَاءٌ
٥
Neglect the Law, the Prayer and the Lent, رَفضٌ
Though feed the poor with what you have, instead: رَحْمَة
Be good... Then your reward will be – I vouch for it – عَهْدٌ
Now mortal bliss, then – immortality. حَظّْ وَ خُلُود

You keep your spirit up
In order to survive.
You ask yourself: “What’s life?”
And you won’t give it up.
Just try to keep it real
And don’t ever complain.
Sometimes you’ll have to chill,
The others you’ll feel pain.
IX XII MMII

Who loves not scotch, Wales and song,
Will be a fool his whole life long.
XV XII MMI

The air’s soughing soulfully –
Something I’ve never heard before!
Red-dressed señora melts away
Although I wanna see her dancing more and more.
¡Adiós! To me she didn’t say
And everything became so pale:
No Red, no Blue, no White...
I pray she’ll come again and burn the Spanish night!

MMI

The ‘why’, the ‘what for’ and the ‘where’
Are sisterly questions of life.
Whoever them answering dares
Will for eternity strive.
Summer 2012