The rose, dressed in scarlet pride
and the glow of nightly kisses
lifts up her face to the East
By the rising sun, slightly touched
the dewdrops are tears swimming
in the eyes of the scorned lover.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
If my comments could say something great analogous to the content of your poems, dear Nosheen, I would leave a comment on everyone of them.With a few poor words I could say that this one too, expresses in such a sensitive way soul's complai that you feel ready a tear to be shed like the dewdrops you paint in it.
What a beautiful poem! Loved this endearing write. Full marks.
That your short poem has stoked the readers to go so very much verbose, even to the philosophical heights of Sufism, speaks volumes about the power of your words. As I said before, your poems are short, yet, very riveting. That sets you apart as one who flowers poesy instantly every minute of life. Blessed are you, therefore. (10)
The rose here represents both the beauty of the beloved and the despair of the lover. Of course, in SUFI terms, the beloved's apparent cruel refusal is meant to challenge the lover to greater feats of affection. It's meant to draw him further up the Path of Love to God. But in human terms unrequited love is so painful. Your poem expresses sensitively the plight of the abandoned lover. He must be satisfied for the time being with the beauty of the rose and the delights of poetry because love grants him neither her beauty nor her delight. Oh, when will she relent? ?
Thank you so much for such a sterling review Daniel. My poem didn't deserve it though. Your comments lend so much weight to the write. Many thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant beauty. The rising sun shines on many faces and some are feeling the most opposite of emotions- -joy and despair in this pairing but your readers could see many variations on this theme as they sit here and muse upon this very lovely poem. Although it closes with the image of tears of rejected love, there is still the sense of the dawn light that will return tomorrow and wash the dew or the tears away with the lovely rosy warmth of life. That's my reading of this deceptively simple poem and I am pleased to mark this as one of my favorite poems and as a 10 poem!
Thank you so much Susan for a stellar review. Im quite flattered by your heart-warming comments.