On Seeing a Cat in the Lap of Someone
|Who has taught you this glancing with shyness?|
Who has taught you the riddle of Love’s initiation?
|Love comes out of each grace of yours|
Wit is dripping from the blue eyes of yours
|You see him sometimes, you shy away sometimes|
Rise up sometimes, lie down and sleep sometimes
|Is your eye bewildered like the mirror?|
Are you recognized by the glow of knowledge?
|You strike him with wrists, this is a strange playfulness!|
Is it aversion or anger? Or a way of Love it is?
|You will be removed from the lap if you will be naughty|
You will be beaten if the flower on the breast will fall
|What are you longing for? What are you seeking?|
Ah! Are you also in Love with the same thing?
|The feeling for Beauty is not special to Man|
Like the heart it is present in everything
|In the flask of time Love is like the pure wine|
Love is the sun’s spirit, and the blood in moon’s veins
|Its pain is concealed in every speck’s core|
This is the light which is reflected in everything
|It causes happiness somewhere, and sorrow somewhere|
It is pearl somewhere, tear somewhere, dew somewhere.
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil