Bibi Hayati

Before there was a hint of civilization

Before there was a hint of civilization

Before there was a hint of civilization Before there was a hint of civilization I carried a memory of your loose strand of hair, Oblivious, I carried inside me your pointed tip of hair. In its invisible realm, Your face of sun yearned for epiphany, Until each distinct thing was thrown into sight. Fr...

How can I see the splendor of the moon

How can I see the splendor of the moon

How can I see the splendor of the moon How can I see the splendor of the moon If his face shines over my heart, Flaming like the sun? The Turks in his eyes charge through my soul, While untrue curling hair Defeats faith. Yet if he lifted the veil from his face, The world would be undone, The univers...

Is it the night of power

Is it the night of power

Is it the night of power Is it the night of power Or only your hair? Is it dawn Or your face? In the songbook of beauty Is it a deathless first line Or only a fragment copied from your inky eyebrow? Is it boxwood of the orchard Or cypress of the rose garden? The tuba tree of paradise, abundant with ...