Friday, March 23, 2018



It’s the season of spring, let us be cheek to cheek with the east wind
Let us be friends with the rose, and companions of its scent
It is the time of the wild tulip with pure hearts let us take up the cup
Like the narcissus, let us be drunk without pretense

from The Gathering of Desire,
Ottoman Lyric Poetry: An Anthology


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