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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 90. ...arise, dear boy...
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Tell me, my friend –
My friend, tell me –
When shall I pour you my wine?
The cry of the cock woke me,
And sleep has deserted my eyes.
Arise, boy, and see the morning light
Winding like a scarlet cord in the east.
Do make haste and give me the cup
Of spiced pomegranate juice
From the perfumed hand of your youth
Before the dawn starts to fully rise.
For he who sings my songs, oh soul,
Revives it to but die again in him.
—Shemu'el ha-Nagid,
circa 1015 A. D.
[after Leon J. Weinberger]
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