Category: Lead Poems

William Wordsworth – A Character

William Wordsworth – A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain...

Muhammad Iqbal – The Colorful Rose

Muhammad Iqbal – The Colorful Rose

You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles In life’s assembly I am not endowed with this comfort In this garden I am...

John Milton – On His Blindness

John Milton – On His Blindness

WHEN I consider how my light is spent E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide,...

Allama Muhammad Iqbal – The Cloud on the Mountain

Allama Muhammad Iqbal – The Cloud on the Mountain

Elevation bestows the sky’s nearness to my abode I am the mountain’s cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode City and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine If I want to return to some valley for the night The...

Henry Longfellow – Hymn To The Night

Henry Longfellow – Hymn To The Night

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o’er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the...

Jajaluddin Rumi – A Moment Of Happiness

Jajaluddin Rumi – A Moment Of Happiness

A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden’s beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them...

Walt Whitman – World Below the Brine

Walt Whitman – World Below the Brine

The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water, Dumb swimmers there...

Ibn Araby – Listen, O dearly beloved

Ibn Araby – Listen, O dearly beloved

Listen, O dearly beloved! I am the reality of the world, the centre of the circumference, I am the parts and the whole. I am the will established between Heaven and Earth, I have created perception in you only in order to be the object of my perception. If then...

Henry David Thoreau – Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell

Henry David Thoreau – Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate. Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. O, I hate thee with a hate That would fain annihilate; Yet sometimes against...

Hafiz – A Suspended Blue Ocean

Hafiz – A Suspended Blue Ocean

The sky Is a suspended blue ocean. The stars are the fish That swim. The planets are the white whales I sometimes hitch a ride on, And the sun and all light Have forever fused themselves Into my heart and upon My skin. There is only one rule On this...

Henry David – Thoreau Pray to What Earth

Henry David – Thoreau Pray to What Earth

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While stars with their cold shine bedot her way. The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky,...

Hafiz – The Corner of The Tavern Is My Altar

Hafiz – The Corner of The Tavern Is My Altar

The corner of the tavern is my altar, where I pray At dawn, the mantra of the Old Magi, I say. Fear not if the harp plays not at sun’s morning ascent My morning cry of repentance is the music I play. Thank God, free from beggars and kings, away,...

Wislawa Szymborska – Some People

Wislawa Szymborska – Some People

Some people fleeing some other people.  In some country under the sun  and some clouds.  They leave behind some of their everything,  sown fields, some chickens, dogs,  mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.  On their backs are pitchers and bundles,  the emptier, the heavier from one day to...

Jalaluddin Rumi – How did you get away?

Jalaluddin Rumi – How did you get away?

How did you get away? You were the pet falcon of an old woman. Did you hear the falcon-drum? You were a drunken songbird put in with owls. Did you smell the odor of a garden? You got tired of sour fermenting and left the tavern. You went like an...

Rudyard Kipling – The Answer

Rudyard Kipling – The Answer

A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured ‘gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden wind at twilight’s hush Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush. And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun, Had pity, whispering to that luckless one, “Sister,...

Jalaluddin Rumi – Reality And Appearance

Jalaluddin Rumi – Reality And Appearance

‘Tis light makes colour visible: at night Red, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight. So to thee light by darness is made known: Since God hat none, He, seeing all, denies Himself eternally to mortal eyes. From the dark jungle as a tiger bright, Form from the viewless Spirit...

Ralph Waldo Emerson – Loss and Gain

Ralph Waldo Emerson – Loss and Gain

Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter’s will. Star-adoring, occupied, Virtue cannot bend her, Just to please a poet’s pride, To parade her splendor. The bard must be with good intent No more his, but hers, Throw away...

Muhyiddin ibn Arabi – As Night Let its Curtains Down in Folds

Muhyiddin ibn Arabi – As Night Let its Curtains Down in Folds

Peace, Salma, and peace to those who halt awhile at al-Hima. It is right for one like me to greet you. Would it have hurt her to return the greeting? Ah, but a statuette goddess is beyond control. They left as night let its curtains down in folds. I told...

Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi – My Heart Has Become Able

Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi – My Heart Has Become Able

My heart has become able To take on all forms. It is a pasture for gazelles, For monks an abbey. It is a temple for idols And for whoever circumambulates it, the Kaaba. It is the tablets of the Torah And also the leaves of the Koran. I believe in...

Walt Whitman – Weave in, My Hardy Life

Walt Whitman – Weave in, My Hardy Life

Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in, Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not, (We know...