Meeting In The World Of Whims Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Ah! I cannot touch you,
And you cannot cuddle me,
If I hold you it will be adultery,
Yes; banned deed of the hands.
Think awhile how massive shall be the sin,
Now I shall not look at you with the full gawk,
And you too
For the sake of God will not gaze at me, at all,
Even then if you see me it will be
The intercourse of the eyes,
Think awhile how enormous shall be the sin.
Let hope of the heart shatter around,
Thirst of the body cannot be quenched,
It is the destiny ordained by the heavens,
On meeting of the bodies,
The punishment is imperative.
O! My sweet heart our love is terrestrial
And not celestial, and for the earth dwellers
All punishments are celestial,
In the world of desires, now
We shall have to drag along the load of blames,
We shall have to inhabit the colonies of pain,
Now henceforth if we meet with love,
The punishment will be very pungent,
The bodies will be chained with the iron flogs.
O! My sweetheart, being aware of all,
Do you wish that oneness
Of the bodies should take place, and buds
Of roses should blossom,
And wounds of the heart should be darned?
Yes; it all will be possible
When you shall meet me in the skies,
In the world of whims.

Written by Ronaq Hayat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar