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My life is standing at the crossroads of thought and all repose and peace has vanished On one side is the abode of my Beloved On the other side is my Creator Where should I go? Where shouldn’t I go? On that side is my Creator, on the other is my Beloved O Sadiq, in that street is my Creator’s abode where my Beloved resides I’m thinking which house should I go to to my Beloved’s or God’s? Should I coax God or my Beloved? Should I visit God or my Beloved? If I visit my Beloved he ignores me If I visit God He doesn’t come before me neither of THEM respond to me The doors of BOTH are open and I’m in a fix to choose My wisdom commands me to go to God but love tells me to go to neither my Beloved Neither God speaks nor my Beloved From a distance THEY ruin my life After finding love I’m left hanging in the middle My Beloved has spelt my end, and what is Left is devoured by my fate For my heart’s restlessness whom should I seek the remedy from? My Beloved is not courteous to me He does not converse with me He has been cross with me for a long time He does not smile at me, or ever talks To me with affection though I begged and bowed now I’ve decided to visit God’s abode Where all are rewarded, O Sadiq On my return I’ll knock at my Beloved’s door |