Lovers repeat and rotate the same old tale of love masquerading with new symbols, just like the deceptive wine-seller— an eccentric poem by Jaihoon
Two servants of God,
Once secretly conversed.
The wish, their hearts
Had rehearsed.
One said,
“I care not
For life on earth.
I pushed my wish
For life post-death.
My desire:
Naught but one,
All I wish:
A glimpse of Him.
The drop finds joy
In the Sea alone.
For years I worshiped
Him unseen.”
The Other replied,
“I too wish for your desire.
Your words have set me on fire.
But for another wish I crave.
In this world I hope to have
Before I stand on Tur as Kalim,
I wish to have a sight of Meem.
Let my face radiate
From that Full Moon,
Whose light shines
Over the sun at mid-noon.
All the sages
Who before him lived,
Craved to be
In his caravan led.”
Hey reader!
In his blazing desire
He burns for his vision.
Even the Lord called him
For a banquet beside His throne.
Ah! Tale upon tale,
That same old tale I repeat.
The same old wine I sell,
But different names I tell.
The nightingale
Will naturally return
Where the Rose
Makes him yearn.
The atom shall revolve
Around the nucleus,
Pulled by a force
More than a hundred horses.
April 05 2005. Edit July 2024
