In a dream once,
Wandered my soul,
About the Creator,
It asked one and all.

Dived to the bottom
Of the ocean,
‘Not here,’
Said the whale and jinn.

Flew to the highest
Of the heavens,
‘Still far,’
Replied the angels.

Climbed up
the mountains,
‘Out of our reach,’
Said the rocks.

Ran through
The wilderness,
Trees danced:
In helpless.

I listened
To the flowers,
‘Distant is
His Fragrance.’

I approached
Sages and saints,
‘Unfound to us
Is what you seek.’

My thirst
Grew worse,
An answer:
Nowhere close.

Whomever I asked,
Wherever I searched,
Everyone answered,
He is not be reached.

Is this the fate
Of Bani Adam,
Always afar
From His Kingdom?

Why call us
His slaves,
Our Master:
At such a distance?

I woke up
From sleep,
An answer
I may heap.

I opened the Book
Of all books,
In my eyes
Gave answer its looks.

I realized
My fault,
Heart opened
Its vault.

Only Leila
Would know,
Where Majnun
Would show.

The Rose alone
Has the secret,
Of the song
Nightingale recites.

The lover
If you seek,
Beloved is
Whom to you speak.

I read His lines clear:
Where to reach Him near.

If you want
Him near,
You ask
His beloved dear.

Heed to the word
Of the Lord,
For His Beloved:
An ode.

How majestic:
His Love.
How magnificent:
His Beloved.

Mustafa:
The bridge of love,
To whom march
Lovers to reach Him.

Mustafa:
The mount of Love,
The call atop him
Shall listen He.

Mustafa:
The sword of Love,
Lovers yearn to cut
Their heart with.

Mustafa:
The wall of love,
My head and heart
I wish to hit.

Mustafa:
The only nous,
To believe
In His Being.




Nov 03 2009. Edit January 2024