Beloved, words failedAnd drained me,horrible silence
One in my plight is never blamed
As patience finds no place
My soul, wracked by passion
In its paradise, morning to sunset
Beloved,
There is no doctor to cure your ailment
If the doctor is your illness
And who may settle your case
If your judge be your adversary?
I awake bewildered, as I sleep
And my tormentor is my beloved
BelovedI leant back against the darkness
In the night of longing, alien
I shed countless tears
From heartbreak heavily flow
Tasted not the anguish of love
Who say tears bring shame
Beloved
Begrudge me greetings
Yet if my eyes you request,
I grant,
Torturing one you love, a sin
Oh if only with mercy you rewarded
How benefits one who dies of thirstIf after him rained heavily?
-A stunning poem written by Sheikh Mohammed-
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