Love’s Mill

Well aware of the chance that he may falter

Here he is now, at your Lord’s altar

Ready to risk the world for Mohabbat’s* case

Have you had a recent glimpse of that radiant face?

That which has no fixed form nor permanent place

That boundless force for which love’s mill churns

That splash of zest for which passion’s clock turns

That irresistible emotion for which compassion’s petal unferns

Till we lay in our grave accompanied by worms

That tenderness for which the heart achingly yearns

That master for which the student constantly learns

Victory for which the soul’s flame combusts and then burns

*Mohabbat (محبت) means “divine love”

It’s from الله