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The Heart |
Tales of gallows and crucifixion are mere child’s play for the Heart
The request of Arini is only the title of the story of the Heart |
O Lord! How powerful the full cup of that wine would be?
The Way to eternity is each single line on the measuring cup of the Heart |
O Lord! Was it the cloud of mercy or the thunderbolt of Love
When the life’s crop got burned down, sprouted the seed of the Heart |
You would have got the Beauty’s bountiful treasure
O Farhad! You never dug into the ruins of the Heart |
Now it looks like the ‘Arsh‘, now like the Ka’bah
O God! Whose lodging is the abode of my Heart |
It has its own junun and I have my own sawda
The Heart loves someone else and I love the Heart |
You do not comprehend this, O simple hearted ascetic!
Envy of a thousand prostrations is one slip of the Heart |
It changes the heap of earth into elixir
Such is the power of the ashes of the Heart |
It gains freedom after being caught in the net of Love
On being thunder-struck greens up the tree of the Heart. |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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