Quench the Thirsty

My Lord, sleep has forgotten my eyelids 
And this burning thirst in my heart abounds. 
My lord, of my sins I confess and profess 
To my punishment I acquiesce, 
Thy mercy I beseech 
Absolve my corroded heart with thy benevolent love
Most beneficent, Thou bestows in abundance.
Thou who provides, Thou ever constant, 
Who grants fulfillment, Thou ever magnanimous, 
Quench the thirsty 
Quench the thirsty… at your will. 
My lord… at your will. 
For the mind has become befuddled from this thirst 
Redeem the distressed and sate the parched 
And quench, oh merciful, 
Of thy spring munificent, the wanderers far from home. 
Generous provider, keeper of the realm 
Fill the goblets, oh quencher for the noble hearted  
And revive he who has perished, wilted at the liver 
Your ailing captive, 
the abject outcast, 
the broken servant. I, the dejected youth,
A stranger, have wandered to you 
Desirous of your affection.  How long must I wait? 
He has forsaken me. And, in his absence, I mourn.
My eyes weep. My cheeks are wet with tears.  
I’m afflicted by my love’s desertion.
If only the past could return its essence whole and complete 
Our bond, fate has decreed. 
And, with your approach, extinguish these fears 
that have erupted within me. 
Be generous, you who I ask for. 
Comprehend my predicament. 
Why such indifference? Honor the promise.
Should my beloved’s radiance be eclipsed
My heavenly stars, radiating my contentment 
Shall also be eclipsed You have taken possession of my heart, with a love inherent
The Lord watches over!
Lest you slay me with such purpose In wonderment, I witness swords and spears wielded by men
Discharging of their monthly blood 
although masculine in form.
In wonderment, I witness a gazelle 
hunting lions without regard.
In wonderment, I witness a fire ablaze 
in the ocean’s grasp. She has enthralled and bedazzled me.
She has bemused me, I notice none other. 
The star’s sibling, the company I revere, absent an elixir, she intoxicates me. 
She abandons me and even in the pain of this brand I forsake her not.
She is bedecked, with jewels cascading at her bosom 
And so, barkeep, toast with me and pluck the strings to the one who has delighted me. Damned to the eternal fires of desolation,
He who would aggrieve this handsome gazelle.
I called upon her and she replied: Take as you wish 
How love has altered your stubborn nature.
Your affection I seek, precious spirit, I replied. 
Undulant like a weaving branch, straight statured like a bamboo My love approaches, bedecked in jewels! 
Writers, commit to the scroll
You, the pitiless and cruel hearted, the resentful, take leave. 
I am with my love, in the woods, kohl guarding her eyes
I extended my hands to partake of the chalice 
and the eyes intoxicated me 
Pray the nights be merciful Those who admonish platonic love, cease your quarrel. 
You suffer not and do not know of my predicament. 
Just is a lover’s verdict, regardless of the punishment I acquiesce, 
My example another in lovers’ lore 
I have sought to heal my condition but found no remedy. 
The heart mourns and the eyes swell with tears 
That spring trees from the arid fields. I beg your sympathy, in the name of our hallowed forefathers. 
My infatuation with you is ever intensifying. 
Band with me, approach! 
Lest I perish body and soul 
My soul with yours has been entwined 
It yearns for you, from time immemorial 
Would you retain me, I am your slave
In your keep, your most humble servant. My graceful gazelle, how they have driven you from me! 
They have divided us, of my absence they acclimated you.
I cried out, my beloved, for your sympathy. You rebuffed me! 
I declared: preserve our bond, my elegant creature. 
You responded with “He who loves, doesn’t complain of unpleasantness.”
I implored: my tears are ample claim.  
She retorted: You are a deceiver.
I inquired: My beautiful gazelle, how could you have sanctioned my demise?
I desire no other.
They have taught you how to forsake me. I adore the voluptuous wildebeest, stunningly beautiful 
Sweetly gleaming, her mouth rightfully mine 
Delicate in nature, she possesses all that is good and beauteous
Should my dearest sway, the undulating branches she surpasses, 
Jealous Castigator, 
Curtail how you speak of my beloved, she is mine & my own  Where have you been my sweet?
Away from my sight all this time. 
My heart has been branded with your flames 
Ever since I envisaged you in my slumber 
Love has harrowed my being  
And I am devoured by this scourge
Will I attain my aspirations & behold radiant moon, full of form 
Her lips have instructed me, how to imbibe of the spirits. 
Her cheeks have left me 
Roaming aimlessly, my passion for you I lament.  Your graceful waist, my darling 
Undulates like a swaying morning branch 
Of all creatures, in my eyes you are most beautiful 
Exalted he who has formed you 
As your undulating waist sways 
Your beguiling stare is murderous 
She asked: Is your arrival imminent? 
I said “No, No”! 
Resign your hopes and wait for me 
My beloved and I are in an orchard 
The flowers enclose us in their shade 
She asked my affection 
We are in the Lord’s keep 
Your eyes, black, oh how splendid!  
My heart is ablaze with their ardent love 
I have been awaiting them for two years now 
My state confounds the world.