A Quiet Corner

In the bazaar, one may find everything the eye or stomach wants for. On a day when the desert hawks fly and bring a breeze, I eat of grapes, drink sharp wine, and coat my tongue in honey and cream. If I turn, I see great Caesar crowned with the sky. Yet, I would rather gaze upon my sweet Hasti’s face than on Caesar’s furious brow. I would rather taste Hasti’s lips, sweeter than any date. It is lonely now, for I cannot bring her here anymore. She no longer feeds on grapes and honey. But her beauty remains undiminished. Her lips still sweet. Someday, Hasti, I will join you, and we will feast together. Such succulent grapes we shall find.