Once, there was a mirror of truth,
With an old man who was saying soothe,
One lad with lass entered into the hut,
No door or no fence to thud or shut,
Finding no one inside, they felt horror,
Laila saw a photo frame of Majnoo; mirror,
‘Astonished', shouted, my love, my love,
Majnoo stood near the mirror; saw Laila,
In the mean time old man came in and said,
Why you look so puzzled, what's the matter?
: 'What kind of mirror it is, my host, my master? '
This miracle mirror reveals truth that is in mind,
In your face beloved and beloved face yours, ye find
That was my dream; still I am searching such mirror,
Ah! Love that binds, shares the soul, find God nearer
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Love is God and can be seen with closed eyes. A lovely poem.