Honesuckle and Roses

[abu nuwas]

All around the Godehead shone,
And all around the land laid warm,
Where we in the Garden were gone,
For the sight of the Hound asleep,
asleep with the Hare in his form.

Yea, Gode came up, up in the Sky,
Into the Sky He rode;
Then we below did watch Him fly
And all in the Garden glowed.

Petals purple pink down sent He,
Sent in a perfumed plume
Of Dog-rose and the Rambler-tree,
To carpet our grassy room.

Oliverine thou wast y-clept
Odovacar was I
Upon thy silks I had not wept
Upon my sack thou didst not cry.

Yet now,with Gode and all His Moment gone,
Alone we make our way,
Sans the brilliant light that shone,
Sans Gold, sans joy, sans playful play.