On Wine and Love

© Marc Eliany

Come Into My Garden

Come my love Into my garden

The roses are in bloom,
Their scent exhilarating.

Drink with me
For the sun has risen
And the birds are singing.

Come My Love

Come My love

Drink my grapes.

Lick the juice on your lips.

And watch the stars smiling,

For the moon Is dancing.

Drink Up

Drink up,
My love.

Fill my cup!
Let me drink
My sorrow.

For my house
Is in ruin.

And the heavens
Remain still.

Green Are the Grapes Marc Eliany

Green are the grapes
In my beloved’s garden

Her lips Scarlet red.
And her kisses
The taste of wine.

But in my land
My friends are scattered
Like rubies
In pigs’ stalls.

My Eyes Caught Your Lips

My eyes caught your lips.
A garden
A lawn
And soon Budding trees,
Flowers And ripe fruits Too.
He, Who will not bite,
Will bear his sin.

My joy

My joy,
My heart’s delight,
Come to my side,
Fill my cup!

My friends have faulted me.
But my heart is pure
My soul with no blemish.

Come to my side,
Pay them no heed,
Let me drink
The wine On your lips.

Sleep Not

Sleep not!
Drink my wine!

Make My garden Your bed.

Sip In joy My bloom.

Scented delights,
A river stroll,
Birds singing,
The sound of your lips
In my garden!

Wake Up My Love

Wake up my love
My vine is in bloom.

Fill your cup
With glittering wine.

Your scent
Dances in my heart
Like fire.

And angels
Sing your praise In the heavens.

Wine

Wine
Red
Like my tears
For my loss
For my beloved
In ruin.