HOW MY SLEEP IS SUFFERING...

My dreams about you will never end

But my sleep is suffering

O Saeen*, how my sleep is suffering...

...how my sleep is suffering!



The cuckoo flaps its night-like black wings,

And the jungle is echoing,

O Saeen, how the jungle is echoing!

And my sleep is suffering...

O Saeen, how my sleep is suffering...



Reward and punishment are but God’s Will,

Mankind's share is toiling --

O saint, how mankind is toiling!

And my sleep is suffering...

O Saeen, how my sleep is suffering...



My longing for You is one long season,

While ‘union’ rests on fealty,

O Saeen, isn't pining more than fealty?

And my sleep is suffering,

O Saeen, how my sleep is suffering...



Your greatness O God, is your uniqueness,

And Hallaj*-like my being,

O God, Hallaj-like my being!

How my sleep is suffering,

O Saeen, how my sleep is suffering!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*SAEEN in this poem means saint/mystical teacher/respected mentor.
*HALLAJ: Mansoor Al Hallaj, the mystic who was executed for saying "I am Truth" in a state of divine rapture. He was revered by many mystics of Baghdad in Iraq, Egypt, Yemen, Arabia and some hold him in high esteem all over the world even to this day.
Inspired by a Sufi ghazal sung by Pakistani ghazal singer, the late Masood Malik.

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deborah's picture

A most poetic response. Thank you for sharing this.

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