THE QIBLAH OF LOVE
The spring has come the gate of the tavern must be opened,
Towards the Qiblah of the lover the prayer must be said.
The spiritual breeze should give the lovers good tidings,
From the worlds the heart must be needless.
While you can not reach the sypress's height
To the weeping willow we must appeal.
The sorrow which from the rose-cheekeds is in my heart,
Must be healed with a remedial glass of wine.
Now that the garden is out of reach,
At the tall exalted suppress-like it must be paid attention.