Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THE BREEZE, by AL-HUSRI
First Line: I breathed the blowing breeze
Last Line: The embers, till they glow.

I breathed the blowing breeze
That haply it might ease
My pains, and bring to me
A fragrant air from thee.

Alas, it roused instead
Love's ardour from the dead,
And published far and wide
Love's secret I would hide.

For when fresh winds suspire
O'er an extinguished fire,
They kindle as they blow
The embers, till they glow.