Unterm Teppich


Tusche und Feder auf Papier

Papierformat 65 x 50 cm

Serie von vier Blatt


Here in this carpet lives an ever-lovely spring;

Unscorched by summer’s ardent flame,

Safe too from autumn’s boisterous gales,

Mid winter’s cruel ice and snow,

’Tis gaily blooming still.

Eyes hot-seared by desert glare find healing in its velvet shade.

Splashing foundations and rippling pools,

In cool retreats sore-wearied limbs restore,

And tired hearts awake with joy once more.

The way was cruel.

anonymous Sufi poet



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