Dast-i-Tanhai

Even in the desoltae wilderness
They shimmer still ...
The Image etched by your words
The delicate tracery by your lips
And flowering still among the dead dry
leaves of distance
The jasmine and rose of the nearness of you
Here, quietly smoldering, the incandescence
of your presence
Simmering still in its own perfume gently,
gently
And there beyond the horizen, glittering drop
by hesitant drop
The honey-dew of a loving look
With what infinite sweetness the thought of
you
Brushes the countenance of memory
As if even now in the first dawn of parting
The day is done and it is the bright night of
love .