I am a Kashmiri, I, too, am a human being,
Day and night I hear the shrieks of mothers,
Moaning and mourning over their slain children,
Shouldering the coffins of near and dear,
Musical Wreaths I Wear
Beloved, your music pops up from my heart's deep,
How can my face conceal my heavenly ecstasy,
Speaking To My Self
So Silent! So still an ocean!
Listening to mystic lore
WHO AM I?
Who am I?
Every hour I create my new identity,
Large and black eyes,
His eyelashes were long,
His face was somewhat circular,
His hands and feet were rather large,
Where's the cure to one's heartaches, for one battered by sorrows?
Who's there to comfort him and to shower love on him?
Arise, O Self, go and sit under that singed chinar.
You have no mother around under whose garment hem you would nestle.
I am within but nobody sees me,
I speak but nobody can hear me,
Everything on earth is good —=
God didn't create anything bad,
Love has overtaken me,
To me this is no surprise,
It was my perennial desire;
She makes me strong;