Comments on: Omar Khayyam – And David’s Lips are lock’t http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/ Sacred Poetry from Around the World Sat, 18 May 2013 21:50:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: rena navon http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/#comment-119078 rena navon Wed, 08 May 2013 18:29:20 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2470#comment-119078 The gently opening heart that the rose suggests is a meaningful image and seems to me to urge men and women to be patient in love. You cannot rush the rose in its growth nor push your beloved to unfold before her season. Nature has its own schedule and we are caught in its limitations even while we are drawn to its beauty. Mustn't one even take the thorn seriously too? Life teaches us how often disappointment accompanies or follows inspired feelings. A love affair holds risks and the little sharp reminders upon the flower's stem are perhaps as instructive as they are painful. Slow down, they might be telling us. Back up a bit before going forward so fast and suffering the waste of hasty surrender. Take your time and your reward might be the very fruit that comes with human trust and heavenly patience. Like Peg above, I learned a few things today and will be more tolerant of bruises inflicted unwittingly that I haven't formerly taken into account. The gently opening heart that the rose suggests is a meaningful image and seems to me to urge men and women to be patient in love. You cannot rush the rose in its growth nor push your beloved to unfold before her season. Nature has its own schedule and we are caught in its limitations even while we are drawn to its beauty.
Mustn’t one even take the thorn seriously too? Life teaches us how often disappointment accompanies or follows inspired feelings. A love affair holds risks and the little sharp reminders upon the flower’s stem are perhaps as instructive as they are painful. Slow down, they might be telling us. Back up a bit before going forward so fast and suffering the waste of hasty surrender. Take your time and your reward might be the very fruit that comes with human trust and heavenly patience. Like Peg above, I learned a few things today and will be more tolerant of bruises inflicted unwittingly that I haven’t formerly taken into account.

]]> By: Sobhana Bardhan http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/#comment-108372 Sobhana Bardhan Sat, 16 Mar 2013 18:28:18 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2470#comment-108372 Yes, I agree Omar Khayyam's poem is difficult to understand, but it's the "Red Wine!"--Beloved Rose that haunts me, mere mortal, more Oh Rose, with your immrtal--sacred and vibrant--beauty quench my thirst of yearning please Yes, I agree Omar Khayyam’s poem is difficult to understand, but it’s the “Red Wine!”–Beloved Rose that haunts me, mere mortal, more

Oh Rose, with your immrtal–sacred and vibrant–beauty quench my thirst of yearning please

]]> By: ebrahim http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/#comment-107567 ebrahim Thu, 14 Mar 2013 15:42:18 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2470#comment-107567 Thin flames arose. The blast from the opened window caught them and turned them into roaring fans of fire. Through them Zubran crept; stretched himself out beside the body of the dancer; twisted, and gathered her in his arms. "A clean death," he whispered. "At the last...like all men...I return to the...gods of my fathers. A clean death! Take me--O Fire Immortal!" A flame shot up beside him. It hovered, then bent. The tip of the flame broadened. It became a cup of fire filled with wine of flames! Into that cup the Persian dipped his lips; he drank of its wine of fire; he breathed its incense. His head fell back, unmarred; the dead face smiling. His head dropped upon Narada's breasts. The flames made a canopy over them; the flames tented them. 'the ship of Ishtar... a merrit' Thin flames arose. The blast from the opened window caught them and
turned them into roaring fans of fire.

Through them Zubran crept; stretched himself out beside the body of the
dancer; twisted, and gathered her in his arms.

“A clean death,” he whispered. “At the last…like all men…I return to
the…gods of my fathers. A clean death! Take me–O Fire Immortal!”

A flame shot up beside him. It hovered, then bent.

The tip of the flame broadened.

It became a cup of fire filled with wine of flames!

Into that cup the Persian dipped his lips; he drank of its wine of fire;
he breathed its incense.

His head fell back, unmarred; the dead face smiling. His head dropped
upon Narada’s breasts.

The flames made a canopy over them; the flames tented them.
‘the ship of Ishtar… a merrit’

]]> By: Peg http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/#comment-107545 Peg Thu, 14 Mar 2013 14:18:47 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2470#comment-107545 Well, I learned several new things today. Thank you Ivan. This is a short one but not an easy read. Well, I learned several new things today. Thank you Ivan. This is a short one but not an easy read.

]]> By: simonbagh http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/#comment-107390 simonbagh Thu, 14 Mar 2013 05:29:25 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2470#comment-107390 Omar Khayyam wraps the bitter reality in the dreamy truth that we all wish to have access to, and tries to laugh at those who compete to possess more nymphs or any other more facilities in the life that is supposed to live after this life, he also tells to enjoy the life as the God's gift, and make sure that the one that gifts something he is fully satisfied when the gift is made use perfectly Omar Khayyam wraps the bitter reality in the dreamy truth that we all wish to have access to, and tries to laugh at those who compete to possess more nymphs or any other more facilities in the life that is supposed to live after this life, he also tells to enjoy the life as the God’s gift, and make sure that the one that gifts something he is fully satisfied when the gift is made use perfectly

]]> By: bharati http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/03/13/omar-khayyam-and-davids-lips-are-lockt/#comment-107374 bharati Thu, 14 Mar 2013 04:15:31 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2470#comment-107374 Maybe the rose colour gets deepened through the yearning of the thirsty soul? My yearning creates a god without. The god without then comes and resides within. I make the wine, slowly it matures, and when the time is ripe, all get 'musth' (drunk in the divine). Maybe the rose colour gets deepened through the yearning of the thirsty soul?

My yearning creates a god without. The god without then comes and resides within.
I make the wine, slowly it matures, and when the time is ripe, all get ‘musth’ (drunk in the divine).

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