I desire you
like flower desires the Sun,
like leaves desire the dew-drops;
to survive, to grow,
to have a constant alluring glow.
I praise you
like a man who spends whole night
as a drunk, in the stupor.
Though lips don’t confess,
heart still sings your appraisals.
I miss you
like a poet remembers
the favorite crescent,
always mercurial in face.
Yet remaining the same
in the essence.
I perceive you
like mystic observes
the beloved’s presence,
in nothing with sole appearance,
yet in everything that’s present.
I honor you
like samurai treats the code of the warrior,
as monk treats the patience.
With utmost sincerity
and devotion to the way.
Destined to fall in all other case.
I seek your disclosures,
like a steadfast wanderer,
a journey man who cherishes
the marvels of the way
more than finding a static destination.
I mix in you
like waves merge in the ocean,
like sand rolls in a desert,
like ice melts in a water,
like wind dwells with the fire.
Emerging out as a single entity in the end.
– Dedicated to the lovers who love the very idea of love, for they have to journey through the stages of eternal love.
- Confession (saljarrah.wordpress.com)
- Farid ad Din y Attar (Persian poet, b.1145 – d.1221): The Conference of the Birds (Maqāmāt-uṭ-Ṭuyūr), 1177 (skiesofcoupledcolour.wordpress.com)
- Treatise on Attar (seshatwuji.wordpress.com)
- The Conference of the Birds (Classics) book (olgetef.wordpress.com)
- Her Praise (alisohani.wordpress.com)