Drip, Drop
“Oh flower, how pleased am I with you, as you have the fragrance of someone beloved”
- Maulana Yusuf
Oh my heart’s mainstay, this universe is a garden of yours
What all possess individually you own collectively
When the soul of the soul clasps each other’s highest and lowest with care
From multiple dimensions does the beloved come again, from everywhere
It is simply a pretext that lovers accuse the deer for it’s nose to spare
The fragrance of musk is a result of her beauty that cant be found elsewhere
Were I to die for thee the feeling would be beyond the art of sublime
Feel free to sharpen your knife, lay me on the altar and slice my spine
The string of lamps are half lit, the day’s splendour profoundly silent
It’s quiet without rejoice, speech thieving, water producing
Today there isn’t any music aside from the sound of tears dripping on thick carpets
“Look at the unusual ways in the school of love
One who learns his lesson gets no leave"
- Maulana Yusuf
It’s from الله
