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The world will know when the flood of conversation will emerge from my heart
This is not my silence, but is the shrine of the word of my Longing |
As the ocean wave said, “My dignity is established by flowing”
The pearl said, “Sitting in shell is the safety of my brightness” |
Whose temperament does not deserve are not improved by training
Reflection of the river bank’s cypress does not prosper by living in the water |
I did not see any heart in which Longing is not concealed
O God! What is Thy universe! It is a picture gallery of Longing |
It dawned after death that our life was a spell of greed
What we called material body, was dust‑cloud of greed’s lane |
Why am I the embodiment of search if nothing is concealed?
The sight is Longing for the Spectacle, the heart is mad after the Search |
The garden’s flower bud asked the gardener, “Why is Man so heartless?
The breaking of my wine glass is occasion for smile in your eyes |
The effulgence of Love emanates from every speck of the existence’ garden
If you know the reality of rose, it is also a combination of color and fragrance” |
All my writings are anachronism, my poetry is completely defective
If somebody sees some skill in me it is the fault of my critic |
Decorum requires silence, otherwise Thy Mercy is worse than Tyranny
Thou hast given a tiny heart, which also is misled towards greed |
Unity’s perfection is so evident that if you cut with the knife ‘ s tip
Sure you would see human blood trickling out of the rose’ vein |
The age of taqlid has passed, allegorism should depart!
When the Truth itself is evident who is authorized to talk? |
If I am far from home, my relatives should not be sad
Like pearl separation from home is perfecting my elegance |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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