The Old Man Poem by Taher Shemaly

Sweet are the memories and to the air they go
amid the heavens and Earth, where my heart flow
Come O all birdies who sing songs with no crow
celebrate and listen with me, my heart beats that go
Ages after ages and ages before ages come and go
and my life within your life out of this life goes by slow
Sleep O my beauty queen away from nature and its law
when it comes to beauty, solitude in your eyes verily I saw

O what it is but the wishings of grey- headed man
speaking to old lost love in the twirls of his history
Or what it is but the vivid imagination of solitude
forgetting the present amid its joyfulness by agony
Oh the mind is tired and the back is bent heavily
where were the sweet touches of sweetness and melody
Do you remember me or remember me not yet
that handsome of the flaring eye, the man that used to be

And when my tears played the strings on the cheek
and I, over your old shoulder set this head and cry
Darling, what are days and what is the time we count
or what is the universe that carries my body up high
Let the all be lost in the twist of these bluish eyes
and the wavy skin that time smoothed and folded by
But what are my words beside the smile that I remember
it was but once in time, when I had the irish love close by