Sweetest Pains Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Thou hast given me the sweetest pains
Pains of being with you in deep union
Pains of separation and the talk
Like ragas Indian, played by the sage
In search of the beloved inside
Pains of existence and the songs I sang
Like Solomon's the great
Song of Songs
In your praise
The angels to the prophets
That brought the holly word
The Khayyam’s cup of wine
Or the pangs of lover lost
Wandering in the desert
The pains that thou hast cast on me
Are but the manifestations of my being
The definition of myself
The yearning for the discovery
Of the self
And in relation to you
When in the last moment
In convulsive fits
I discover thou
And by that time
You would have lost any meaning for me
But still the sweetest pains that thou hast given me
Are the memories of my being