The loss of a spiritual comrade leaves us in a terrible state which consumes our heart and shreds our nerves in pain
I have heard:
In deserts are found mirages
In clouds are found rains
In paradise are found hoors
I have heard:
Oracles hold secrets untold
Gardens flourish with roses bold
Pearls lie within the shells mound
I have heard:
Moths fly around the flame’s might
Rays lead to the sun’s insight
Shadow reflects true being’s sight
I have heard:
Friends are with one another found
If one is nowhere seen
With the other would be found
I have heard:
If in reality be bitter
At least in the dream
Life becomes sweet
What of my Tasbih then?
Who left my soul’s moon
Cleft in a state of doom
Torn to pieces, in pain
What of my Tasbih then?
Who is from me space far
Who disappeared since time long
Even in dream cares not to appear
What of my Tasbih then?
Who maddened me in His Love
Humming about the Merciful Him
Changing my life from within
What of my Tasbih then?
Whose love spreads as cancer
Cuts my nerves like thorn razor
Freezes my blood in state bitter
What of my Tasbih then?
No longer I ask the Lord
No more words can I afford
With no paths left to tread
My life:
A feast of pain
To onlookers, my joys:
Mere whims
When Love is a crime
In this lustful nation
I alone hear
My silent moan
Lips silent
Heart in complaint
I wail with blind hope:
‘O My Merciful Him’
Oct 28 2008. Edit Feb 2024