The one knowing not the secret
How shall then the beloved of self
Didst to the sun did point the finger
Didst someone told what night was like
What desert of love was like what thirst meant
What wine was when her eyes were goblet
When risen was the moon to sunset
When prayer was on the stone step of that door
Reciting the only chant was her name
Let the compass of my life be the eyes
Let the one be like the halo silver
Of colors that the dreams to dare
Nay the narrations visions are seen
Who on love has bidden life dear
Who then no one shall know his love
Majnun not then what did ye know
20/1/2010
Islamabad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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