The Vapid Eyes
The dark wheel of each night
and blazing stars 
Like the whirling plumes of
mine fire and It the sparks
Weeping with droplets of blood
my emaciated body
Like the thin thread stringing
rare precious jewels along
Glimpsed upon your face
unnumbered many stares 
And nothing ventured from
Except mine runny vapid eyes
In the gardens of elegance and
Your sublime beauty
Like the flowers blown away
By the redolent fragrance of
moist musk. 
Even the one deserving to join
in reunion 
Upon this separation pines
Unclasping the hands of desire
Clutched at the gown of hope
Bemoan to the cradle of
Beloved’s abetment 
You never know once afflicted
by Its sorrow
Your back may rest upon the
Or nights sleepless upon the
sharp jagged stones.
Jaami from the jewels of Your
attributes crafted 
Words into earrings piercing
the ears of listeners.
The ignorant call their eyes
vapid. Not vapid?! Drunken!
Emaciated Haitian youngling succumbing to malnutrition is indeed
the effervescence of Beloved’s fragrance as versed by the poet Jaami.
Because all have forsaken him,
there is no wealth, no
health, no food, no home, no love no hope and when there is seemingly
left, in this false-vacuum lives the most exotic being the Beloved
Yes! Indeed by the process of elimination our starving brother is in
proximity of the hidden object of every quest and Beloved of every
Sultan of Love the Almighty sustainer of all multi-verse(s).
Do you want to be the
prestigious guest of honor in the
presence of Its Royal Highness? Find The Majesty by this lowly Haitian!
seek the presence and approval of the wealthy and affluent? Be afar
the Gardens of Elegant Beauty where the Regal Majesty roams.
His heart broken, his body
broken and all else is broken,
therefore the humanity not having any other channels to flux,
within his eyes, like wine cooked and aged by the afflictions and
In that precise moment, this
Haitian man becomes one with
the universe, becomes a singular eye like the rest of the cosmos
infinitely upon his Beloved’s comely light.
 There is no description of the
Creator possible in any
form of language or human cognitive faculty. No machine can be designed
describe this Beloved in even a small measure. However the Mankind is
gift of language to render in few words “experiences” that can point to
of metaphors towards this Being. We are the night the Creator the stars
remote traces of Its light reaches us to see a hint. Or we are the dark
and the Beloved the bright sparks…
 This verse could be read more than
one way. Use of
‘your’ in the first verse is the life of this world. Basically the poet
look lots of people have been looking at you (talking to this world)
and all I
gained was weeping eyes by these people.
 In ancient times the Musk was
removed from certain gland
of deer. If it was fresh i.e. still moist from bodily fluids of a
then the fragrance was much more odoriferous than dried hardened older
extractions. So moist Musk in Farsi poetry indicates the fragrance of
value rare and precious. They used fragrance because you smell it but
scent comes to you from all directions, the source difficult to
with for the grace and beauty of Allah, it is ambient all over but no
sense a direction to find It.
 The reunion is when the man dies
and resurrected in
afterlife to be restored to the original shape and form to exist in the
presence of the Creator.
 The original word in Farsi is
‘Naaz’ which literary
means ‘tease’ like a baby may tease with his or her cute moves and
sounds or a
woman teasing similarly. I felt the term tease and encouragement was
and perhaps somewhat sexual. So used the work abetment. I am not sure.
 The word ‘attribute’ is the direct
translation of Arabic
word ‘Sifat’ which means descriptions of attributes of something. We
see hear or touch the Creator we can only sense the attributes (Sifat)
guidance, beauty, mercy…
Haitian man in the early stages of malnutrition. Photographed by Robert
Gumpert. A recent US government study stated that over one
third of all
Americans are overweight. Another study from the University of
estimated that over thirty percent of all American dogs and cats are
overweight. In contrast, reporters returning from the northwestern
Haiti tell of starving people so hungry they are forced to eat their
dogs and donkeys, and school children in Port-au-Prince swallowing
assuage hunger pangs due to poverty.
© 2003-2002, Dara Shayda