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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rudagi's Wine Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m writing to you from that blessed place</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where desert meets oasis, in Iran</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it’s the 10th century, now, today, just here: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so I write of wine; and how</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it speaks of God’s great grace and gift; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you may wish to translate the word as ‘beer’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this Al’Cohol is given us to reveal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that, which we hide but really are: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who guessed you had such courage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and such strength when you, (with all divine respect) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so wisely measured, generously, your drink, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and drink revealed the measure, too, of you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you – who think yourself a slave to home and work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or lack of all the things you most desire, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now know yourself to have been born as free..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for freedom is the first thing men require..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and if I say the joy of drink</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is like ‘the rose’s scent or jasmine bloom’ –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">remember, I, Rudagi, was born blind..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a rose or jasmine flower lights my dark room..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The arrogant stiff upper lip; the cold, aloof thin man; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wild of mind – yes, even they may yield; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the miserly; who finds his real self</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and showers bounty on the world; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with my poured art, yes, even they may yield; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, Rudagi, prince’s princely poet in Bokhara, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">drink to you at ease in friendly pub, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in mutual praise at what God’s secret art</div><div style="margin:10px 0">may show you of what lies within your heart..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Freely adapted from Rudagi’s poem, as his tribute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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where desert meets oasis, in Iran

and it’s the 10th century, now, today, just here: 

 

and so I write of wine; and how

it speaks of God’s great grace and gift; 

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