On the Path of Lovers
در باغ چو شد باد صـبا دایه گـل
بربسـت مـشاطـهوار پیرایه گـل
از سایه به خورشید اگرت هست امان
خورشید رخی طلب کن و سایه گـل
O breeze, my story quietly share,
My heart’s secrets, to whomsoever you care.
Tell them not to bring sadness or sorrow,
Share them with a heart that’s aware.
-Hafez
My heart travelled across oceans
To the land of your waving brow
Looking up high without a cloud over the sea
I saw her in my dream again - and cried out with glee
"Thou art the Sky, but brilliant Moon is she
Oh Sweet sunset, embrace the Moon with Me"
What else could I say or not say to avoid the tying passion’s tug
Venus dots the sky as an embroidery of He who stitched the rug
“All knowing is subject to that which is known” said the Moon up above
Her understanding, knew Muhammad, It comes from a deeper love
“There is a very old tradition in Malabar, South-West Coast of India, that Chakrawati Farmas, one of their kings, had observed the splitting of the moon, the celebrated miracle of the Holy Prophet (pbuh) at Mecca, and learning on inquiry that there was a prediction of the coming of a Messenger of God from Arabia, he appointed his son as regent and set out to meet him. He embraced Islam at the hand of the Prophet, and when returning home, at the direction of the Prophet, died at the port of Zafar, Yemen, where the tomb of the “Indian king” was piously visited for many centuries.” [8]
Bamboo shoots up amidst the concrete topsoil
Brazen pain asked me to grow amidst the turmoil
It’s from الله
