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le décadent à
c'est
l'Amour
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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le décadent à
c'est
l'Amour
POEM BY C
DEAN
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FP: a father advises his son about love

‫ یماج گنروا تفه زا یگرب‬1556-1565 ‫یدالیم‬، ‫یوفص هرود‬،
‫ دهشم‬Folio from a Haft Awrang (Seven Thrones) by Jami
(d. 1492); recto: a father advises his son about love; verso:
text 1556-1565 Safavid period Opaque watercolor, ink and
gold on paper H: 34.2 W: 23.2 cm Mashad, Khurasan,
Iran
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTION

Ahh dean thy le

décadent à
c'est l'Amour
be it a cryptic work be it
naught but erotic rigmarole
or be it some lofty tract on
love be it be like
Muhammad Ibn ‘Ali Ibn
‘Arabi Tarjuman al-
Ashwag either a love poem
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masquerading ast a mystical

poem or be it a mystical
poem expressed in the
profanities of sensual
earthly love Ahh Dean in
thy le décadent à
c'est l'Amour
doth the word love denotes
like in the Khurasani poetic
style earthly sensual love
like of Anzari Farrukhi
Manuchihr Nasir-i
Kusrau or doth it denotes a
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spiritual divine love like in

the Iraqi poetic style like
with the poems of Sa’di
Khwaju Hafiz But Ahh
Dean thy le décadent à
c'est l'Amour hast
echos of the Sufism of
Rumi in his Divan-e
Shams-e Tabrizi andst
what be its message Dean
be it an account of the
ascendance fromst earthly
love to union in a mystical
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annihilation of self into a

singularity of union an
escape fromst the world of
non-being caged in accidents
or be it an awakening that to
see the real beauty of a thing
is to go beyond the things
accidents andst see it fromst
a seeing not based on
pleasure or even the senses
but a seeing that sees its
real beauty
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PREFACE
Doth we ever ever see the beauty of
a she or he or doth we only ever ever
see the surface the superficial the
contingent secondary the incidental the
accidents the συμβεβηκός of a she or he
Ahh doth say the mystic to see to see
without seeing is the way to see the
beauty of a she or he thenst we see the
real beauty not hid by desire craving or
pleasure or utility
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There commeth to the gate of I a

knocking a decadent whenst sayeth
I who be there the reply sayeth it be
I remained the gate closed the reply
andst who art I came the reply thou
art thee seeth I thee the beauty
beyond what canst be seen loveth I
thee the reply thee loveth I commeth
fromst thy lips of desire of fire thy
love thy love be naught but what
giveth thee pleasure ast sayeth al-
Ghazali in thy ear seeth I that ring
that ring of servitude to baseness
thy love be a veil that hiddeth I
fromst thee ast sayeth Saint
Augustine thou is what thee loves
andst what thee loves is not I but
the accidents of I thee seeth not I
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but just the incidentals of I thou

only seeth the pot andst not the wine
within the beauty of I be veiled
andst all thee seeths is non-being the
gilded cage of the world Nay Nay
sayeth I the reply thee only seeths
the baseness for thee be a base
decadent be reply I Nay Nay
shall I compare thee to a summers
day
Nay Nay for about thy door lay
the sighs of all those that beauty be
their goal
The birds forget the mate of they and
singeth only to thee
The moon leaves all the watery pools
andst in thy eyes only shines
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The troubadours their ladies forget

andst singeth only to thee
The flowery blooms lack scent ast
their perfume only cometh fromst thy
breath
Andst
Petrarca Laura doth forget andst
singeth only to thee
Andst
Thee that love I sayeth I with
Dante Lady his poor heart is so
confirmed in faith that all of its
thoughts are but of serving thee thee
my beauty my love singeth of I of
my woe at thy gate through which
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thou wont let go I my woe pining

for thee covered in dust at the gate of
thee longing for the beauty longing
for my love ast the bee longs for the
bloom ast the chakor longs for the
moon andst dare say I ast the moth
longs for the flame Ahh howeth the
senses of I boil burst into fiery
light thy beauty stimulates
The eyes of I of thy sight
The ears of I of thy voice
The nose of I of thy perfume
The flesh of I of thy imagined touch
The tongue of I of thy imagined
kiss Ahh no languorous beats of
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the heart I only throbbings with

desires uncontrolled no soft kisses
fromst I but those with heated fires
that stretch out to burn the flesh of
thee fromst the gaze of I upon thy
beauty untold Ahh my beauty my
love no peace doth thee giveth to me
but only the senses of I at war with
each to each to be the first to feast
upon thee my woe my pain my
torment my beauty my love that thee
doth the gate close that fills I with
despondency thee doth destroy I
with thy distain with thy words thee
doth wound I Ahh that the eyes of
I hadst not thy sight seen andst
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that blind shouldst I hath been

thenst this pain this woe o’er I
wouldst not hath been Ohh Ohh my
beauty my love the gate to open that
my pain my woes grief andst
sorrows willst thenst dissolve melt
away andst these quivering of desire
these quakes of fire these aches that
burn the flesh of I canst Nay
willst be satiated relieve I of this
death into which I die into which
perish I prisioned in this world
without thee thy distain casts I into
despair Ohh Ohh the gate do open
andst giveth I Joy Joy in this
world with thee where be the rose
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perfumed the birds that sings to

gain joy with eyes of I feasting on
the beauty of thee on thy vice that
willst still the groans of I and
merry this world to make where the
roses blush willst out crimson the
sunset sun Ahh my beauty my love
the gate open that thee shallst be
mine But But Ahhh begin I to see
without seeing this misery of I be
due to the senses tyranny thenst the
reply decadent thee thee throw off the
robe of the senses andst be free reply
doth I be I Zulaykha andst thee
Yusuf or be I Majnun andst thee
Layla the reply decadent thee thee
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throw of the robe of the senses andst

be free see with out seeing the beauty
of me know without knowing thy love
for I reply I like Majnun
tearfully cry I Why Why hast
thou made I to love thee too
intoxicated on thy beauty be Ohh
thou hast given I a thousand pains
more painful thanst the roses thorn
no pillow for I to find release
fromst these tears imprisoned woes
andst sorrows crying sighing for thee
Ohh this heart of I of love is filled
with thee this beauty this beauty be
it more thanst I canst see is it but
some refection beyond the sight of
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sense of me Ahh my beauty my love

liveth I for thy love that maketh the
world beauteous for thee hast I
given all given all of me everything
didst I cast away for thee the
reason of I hast I lost my mind
my thoughts all be on thee my beauty
my love Ohh my sighs my words be
but the heart of I singing my love
ardent for thee my grief my woes my
sorrows and pain be but my gift to
thee of the depth of my love for thee
of the depth of the love for thee of I
I hast cast off the robe of the
senses torn into threads for my love
for thee become I mad on thy beauty
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mad I in love with thee Ahh thy

beauty radiates to infinity lights up
the world filled with the love of I
for thee flowers fall o’er the earth
perfuming andst all forms be filled
with the beauty of thee see I all
forms be filled with the wine of thy
beauteousness Ohh the airs be
pungent with the scents of aloes
andst musk fromst thy
beauteousness the rose be but the
reflection of thy beauty the moon be
but the reflection of thy
beauteousness Ahh All All
sends I into breathlessness into
marvelling that All All be but the
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reflection of thy beauty All All be

but the likeness of thee thee be the
bee the tree the flowery blooms All
All be but the beauty of thee loving
thee see I see I see be but the
loving of All beauty gets its beauty
fromst thee the dust falls off I
andst the accidents dissolve away
leaving only thee in thy rapturous
beauty in thy intoxicating
beauteousness raise I on thy beauty
to the sky thy beauty hast caught I
up andst whenst I looketh at the
moon only seeth thee no me seeth I
for I doth exist in only thee like the
watery drop disappears in the sea
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doth I melt into thee rid of the

accidents rid I of the veil rid of the
dust that hid thee fromst me that hid
me fromst thee Ahh the rapture the
bliss bewildering ravishment thy
beauty becomes visible to I in All
things seeth I the beauty of thee
andst fromst that seeing ascend I to
union with thee Cometh Cometh
beloved andst let us to union be
severed fromst the world of things
united in oneness in the unobstructed
view of each which be naught but
unions singularity whenst all
dualities pluralities be naught but
unreal existences accidents that veil
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thee fromst true being Ahh Now

Now seeth I thee for thy true self
with the senses rid illumination
opens the mind of I andst my self
dissolves away andst reason be with
I annihilated in the union with thee
ANDST
I in paroxysms of joy ejaculate forth
my love for thee in union with thee
Knock I at the gate the reply who
be there reply I it be thee the gate
doth open for thee