To Yasmeen, After Nine Years
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Rafey Habib
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The Years have not dared to
Touch your Beauty
Which sings in the music of eternal spheres;
In you, all is harmony, radiance, wholeness;
In you, Being knows its end, its first and final cause:
There are no edges, no shadows, no burden of excess,
Your stillness moves and your motion stills.
Who am I who could love you?
Who could outform space and time,
Outsense intuition,
Outreach the infinities of Reason?
The vast cycles will move without my words;
The ancient mysteries still sing,
Your voice flowing in their silent notes:
The universal poem
Which Love, not I, can sing.
Bu şiiri puanla
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