*slow The Love (Window Closed Oft) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

When the way was shown
On deathbed lay
In the scheme of things
Of mortals here
What schemes for love
What grudge of the moral

To the sands I bow
A palm of dustful
To the air I blow
On the measures small
Of love you measure
Who wants the gain

The lioness my guard
The lioness she is
Of the beauty of love
Aware with broken heart
Who shalt then follow
Love’s bitter mystery

A tiny particle of sand
I look to thee
The wonders I see
That toucheth the feet
Of the beloved’s street

Many times and more
I wandered in despair
For moon of the first
In opposite I gaze
When thy cheek
Showeth on the pane
The window closed oft
29/1/2009