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SOME MORE LINES ON DIVINE LOVE
O my beloved talk me not about those places which.
Emperors and kings used their wealth to mock us.
And our pure, selfless, unconditional love,
By building monuments, mausoleums and edifices.
Compare not my love for you with that of Shah Jahan*,
And match not my feelings' purity with the Taj Mahal*,
Relate me not about Hamlet* of Elsinore Castle*,
Or about Haroonur Rashid* and the Zobaida Canal*.
No, O my beloved! Let us not mix our chaste feelings,
With the rich ones' polluted and selfish adulation,
Of what use are the Hanging Gardens of Babylon*,
If they only remind us of worldly queens and kings?
Their love was tainted with lust O my beloved woman!
I would rather have you talk to me of Desdemona*,
Who gave her jealous Othello* everything she could offer,
Or allow me to tell you about Majnoo* and his Laila*.
We are purer than all the worldly endowed loving ones,
For our hearts beat to the rhythm of our simple names,
I cannot build for you a Taj Mahal or a Babylonian garden,
For I cannot mock true love by giving it worldly names.
Yes, I can do more than all the emperors that try to mock us,
And our true love by constructing marble castles,
You and I know the truth of pure and divine virtues,
And we should not compare the eternal with that which perishes.
So, O my sweet maiden, meet me at a simple garden,
Where spring flowers smile, where brooks sing of love,
Where the angels of God too sing along with us their hymns,
Glorifying divine love and defining the bliss of heaven.
Like Omar Khayyam once said in one of his quatrains:
"A book, good wine, and only you beside me",
Caring we, for each other, as songs most melodious,
Float from your lips in tune with my sublime adoration.
Let it be so even as the worldly and the wealthy,
Laugh and mock at us describing us as crazy,
Let's pay not heed to them and let us go to that sweet haunt,
Where nothing matters more than you and I only...
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Saturday, April 16, 2011).
