The Wholesome Satyr

Mere qaniz in your seraglio,
I would still be very blest,
hem-kissed, palimpsest
of an emotional imbroglio.

One single strand of jasmine
wrapped like nine simple yards
of cloth, in these dense shards
that intertwine as a thick seine.

And the mercy in the shadow
of your grace, the gestures
so privileged, investitures
that establish their proviso.

Labels: Panah ; sajda