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My Heart is turned into a Wailing Child, by Nahabed Kouchak
(Fifteenth Century) MY heart is turned into a wailing child, In vain with sweets I seek to still its cries ;Sweet love, it calls for thee in sobbings wild All day and night, with longing and with sighs. What solace can I give it ? I showed my eyes the fair ones of this earth And tried to please…
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O Night, be long, by Nahabed Kouchak
O NIGHT, be long—long as an endless year !Descend, thick darkness, black and full of fear ! To-night my heart’s desire has been fulfilled— My love is here at last—a guest concealed ! Dawn, stand behind seven mountains—out of sight,Lest thou my loved one banish with thy light ; I would for ever thus in darkness rest So I…