You are nothing, unless I make
Champagne of my thought, in your waters dissolve,
You are nothing, a shining mirror alone, a huge mass
My imagination's palette otherwise you are nothing.
O colorless splendor, you in my prisms shine,
Unless I see in your eyes, you are nothing.
Rise O rise, the morning's sun, the night's single moon,
You are nothing. Unless my abstractions make you-
O living, if you are life, you are nothing,
My breathing chest, my seeing eye, my bleeding heart.
You are nothing, O dead breathless one. You are nothing.
You are nothing, in the ultimate scheme we are nothing.
Sad dusk, from my loneliness drink, this time
You art not, I am the cup bearer.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
November 13,2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem