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Safi Nameh. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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Safi Nameh.

THE CONVIVIAL BOOK.

  • ALSO in the wine-room have been sitting,
  • They serv’d me like the others as was fitting.
  • Men gossip’d, shouted, told the day’s event,
  • Gayly or sadly as the day was spent.
  • But I sat, inwardly with all content;
  • I thought about my love. How does she love?
  • I do not know, but why should that concern?
  • I love her all things else on earth above,
  • As truly as a heart can ever burn.
  • Where is that parchment, where that precious style,
  • That give me power? This was the thought! I smile!

THE INN.

    • MAIDEN with the dark-brown ringlets,
    • Crafty maiden, prithee leave me!
    • If I serve my lord with favor,
    • He would kiss my brow, believe me.
    • Thou, however, I would wager,
    • Art not with me well contented;
    • But I know my friend will weary
    • Of thy cheeks, thy breasts, sweet-scented.
    • That thou shamefaced turnest from me,
    • Dost thou reckon to deceive me?
    • By the door-sill I will slumber,
    • And awaken if thou leave me.
    • Because we yield to drunkenness,
    • They cover us with blame,
    • Their words about our drunkenness
    • Forever are the same.
    • Men oftenest in drunkenness
    • Have slept ’till daylight came;
    • But all night long my drunkenness
    • Drove me without an aim.
    • My trouble is love’s drunkenness,
    • It plagues me without shame.
    • From day till night, from night till day
    • It knows my heart to claim,—
    • Though buried deep in drunkenness
    • The songs that flash and flame,
    • And which no jejune drunkenness
    • Could ever dare to tame.
    • Love, song and Bacchic drunkenness,
    • In night and day the same;
    • But the divinest drunkenness
    • Fills me with joy and shame.
    • Can the Koran from Eternity be?
    • ’Tis worth not a thought!
    • Can the Koran a creation, then, be?
    • Of that, I know naught!
    • Yet that the book of all books it must be,
    • I believe as a Mussulman ought.
    • That from Eternity wine, though, must be,
    • I ever have thought;
    • That ’twas ordain’d, ere the angels, to be,
    • As a truth may be taught.
    • Drinkers, however these matters may be,
    • Gaze on God’s face, fearing naught.

THE INN.

    • THIS last glass, I gladly drain it;
    • That I think must now suffice thee:—
    • Here enjoy these fresh-pluck’d almonds,
    • Then the wine once more’ll entice thee.
    • Then I’ll lead thee to the terrace,
    • With cool breezes gently blowing,
    • And perchance thou’lt kiss thy servant,
    • As I catch thy eye in going.
    • See, the world is not delusion,
    • Birds and nests mark her endeavor,
    • Breath of roses, oil of roses,
    • And the bulbul sings forever.
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