March ahead, do not think of taking a rest,
Journeying on the path of Love is not so easy...
...as it seems to be at first;
Only the Walker on the path of Love knows...
...how strenuous and toilsome it is!
The heart of a lover bleeds but he does not break...
...his journey to the beloved's final abode;
The scent of the unraveled hair-locks of the Beloved...
...touches the smelling sense of the lover's heart,
How can he stay away?
Through the love message in the scent loaded on the breeze...
...the beloved calls on the lover...
...get on, I am very much near to you,
More nearer than the jugular vein!
So sweet is the scent that it gives peace...
...to the Lover as he finds the Secret,
That his beloved has come to live with him...
Just as the scent lives with rose.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem