Persian Sonnets - Part 31
If life avails not, what avails an hour?
Yet see the painter, how he can combine
His tender touches and his colours fine,
And lo! before you blooms the perfect flower
Of God-like beauty — see the poet's power
In each brief word, in each compacted line,
A living soul to breathe, a face divine,
Man's breath with heaven's spirit to endower.
Of many a momentary airy note
The proud musician builds his world of song,
And on brief sound, as on a tiny boat,
Explores and masters that tremendous sea —
Love truly; Time can do thy love no wrong:
We live in Time, love in Eternity.
Yet see the painter, how he can combine
His tender touches and his colours fine,
And lo! before you blooms the perfect flower
Of God-like beauty — see the poet's power
In each brief word, in each compacted line,
A living soul to breathe, a face divine,
Man's breath with heaven's spirit to endower.
Of many a momentary airy note
The proud musician builds his world of song,
And on brief sound, as on a tiny boat,
Explores and masters that tremendous sea —
Love truly; Time can do thy love no wrong:
We live in Time, love in Eternity.
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