If you want to see my face
Create a mirror,
If you want to address my heart
Come back to me with your gifted self,
We know our alchemy can transform
Our emotion into flesh,
Into grief, tears and despair!
My love is left in an oyster
Waiting to grow into a pearl,
I lack a foot to travel long miles to trace
Your footprints on the desert's sand,
I have no caravan of despair, believe me!
If emptiness once enters into our soul,
Our existence will depart,
So I urge—
Come, yet again, come!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Lovely poem. Like one of those Sufi poems longing for a union. Liked the expression of making the heart a mirror that would deflect beloved’s image.