“The Weaver’s Loom”

In twilight’s loom, where stars entwine, 

The secret threads of life align. 

Omar, the sage, with wine-stained lips, 

Unravels fate, where gods and mortals sip.

Behold the cosmic warp and weft, 

Where time and space in dance are swept. 

The Sultan’s Turret, caught in light’s embrace, 

Reveals creation’s tapestry, woven with grace.

From dust to clay, the alchemist’s art, 

The white hand of Moses, a celestial chart. 

Jesus sighs from earth’s verdant breast, 

As ancient ruby vines yield secrets unexpressed.

David’s lips sealed, yet Pehlevi’s refrain, 

“Red wine!” the nightingale calls, unchained. 

The yellow cheek of roses, incarnadine, 

Whispers of eternity, where souls entwine.

Come, fill the cup, for spring’s fire ignites, 

Repentance sheds its winter garment’s weight. 

The bird of time, on fleeting wings, takes flight, 

As Jamshyd and Kaikobad fade into night.

With old Khayyam, we leave the lot behind, 

Sultans and their pomp, mere dust confined. 

Beneath the bough, a loaf, a flask, a verse, 

Wilderness becomes our paradise, immersed.

Mortal sovereignty, a fleeting dream, 

Paradise awaits, or so it seems. 

Take the cash, let distant drums resound, 

For life’s sweet symphony, forever unbound.

Look to the rose, its laughter blooms, 

Worldly hopes turn ashes, fleeting dooms. 

In this caravanserai of night and day, 

Sultans pass, their echoes fade away.

Lion and lizard guard Jamshyd’s halls, 

Bahram, the hunter, in slumber sprawls. 

Yet in the loom’s embrace, we find our trace, 

Creation’s secret whispered through time and space.

— A poetic tapestry woven with the threads of eternity.

Feel free to ponder these verses, my friend.