My Tears Are Of Sages Poem by Naveed Akram

My tears are my rain, my face is of mirrors of milk,
This is my fence of heaven, my factory of bliss.
Divine callers denote their signs in ever-increasing circles,
So my reflection resounds in the heavens and earth.

It opens my treasure of gold and silver and bronze,
Like a majestic king who entertains you throughout the night.
His Highness walks among flowers in the garden of delight,
They show him beauty, and their treasures are natural.

Then the tears flow as the kingdom escapes his grasp,
He forsakes the king's gold, he takes his wealth and shatters it.
The bath of wellness and health is enjoyed after hardship and ease,
After the hardship and ease, after the penetrating disease.

My tears crawl across my cheeks, defending my heart like snow
In winter, and trust of heaven is inside my rivers and hearts.
My face curls and dresses into a fine hat, a fine helmet,
Ready for the courtesy of deathly war, ready for the study of sages.