The sweet mouth that invites you to taste
the glory of the Sun, the interpretation
of a mystical scripture from long ago
in a delicately rendered translation;
the honeyed mouth inspiring you to sing
the majesty of deities, the situation
of the light on the broad vault of heaven
peopled by a fragrant panoply of stars;
the cloying mouth that lures you to see
the argument of paradise, the figure
of speech or figure of thought that knows
the personal identity of the beloved;
but the delicious secrets of divinity
remain eclipsed by an inadequate word.
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