Ghazal 1 Poem by Abdul Qader Baydel

Only humility can bring you to the high seat of God.
Bow down just a hair, and before Him wear proudly your hat.
The solemn palace of love cannot permit joking gestures.
The eyes, like dew, should receive the seal of a dab of tears.
Non-existence has an image and a world of its own.
Realities are sometimes created in the footprints of passerby.
No one could help rid me of my dual self.
I lowered my head and took refuge in my solitary, inner self.
Vain was my search for Joseph in lust's land of Canaan.
Perhaps I, too, should go into myself and differ a well inside.
If, within your heart flows the never-ending blessing of morning light,
Your days will never know darkness, though all existence turns into night.