It is God's ethereal light that's on my mind,
Its comparison, I know, nowhere can I find,
It surrounds me forever and out of nothing,
Gives me a form by making me something.
The tavern is no longer my haven of refuge,
The goblet has sunk in my tears' deluge,
I have bade farewell to the 'saqis' of this world,
And for the real 'Saqi' I search through the 'nothing'.
Let the beautiful damsel who washed my grief with wine,
And with her mesmerising gaze, made things seem divine,
Now I request that maiden: that moon behind the clouds,
To fulfil her vow and sing His hymns in the best rhyme.
For my divine "Host", my God, has made me aware,
That His Divine Light is beyond all compare,
And once beneath the stars, ere the blue of dawn shone,
He revealed His Truth in the Beauty, words can't bare.
The spirit of man never dies. This is the entrance to the
mysteries of life. All the cob-webs of life are in these
mysteries.It is up to us to remove them, and separate the
facts.
I enjoy your poetry very much. good luck.
Heather.
very interesting piece..
Excellent use of the stanzas that Omar himself used.
Starward