My love for you is Sufiyana,
The way the spirit is for the Sufis,
Purity is what I search for,
The source is you, my nirvana.
Much have I dedicated myself to get your love,
To enter your lovedom,
The moment I think you are mine,
The very next moment you turn into a distant dove.
Tell me- how many starry nights will I have to pass alone?
How many Tagore's poems can stop my inner cyclone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem