Ocean without Shores

                                                   LOVE Why is it that the yearning for the Loved One (i.e., the Holy Prophet) is especially strong today? Why is my heart sadder today than even before? Why does longing penetrate every tissue of mine? And why are the eyes shedding tears like a shower of rain?   His shining face appeared to me in a vision, And fragrance emanated in profusion from His tresses; I fainted from the sight of these visions; The hordes of his eyes overpowered me.   His face shines like the full moon; A brilliant light radiates from his brow; His hair is black, and his eyes are bewitching and intoxicated.   His two eye-brows are like cross-bows, Hurling darts of pointed eye-lashes (in all directions); His lips are red like rubies of Yemen; His white teeth like a string of pearls.   I am not sure whether I should call his face the essence of life; Or life of the entire universe; The truth is that it is (like) the glory of God, From which all

                                              GHAZAL                                                        I must utter what comes to my lips. Speaking the truth creates chaos. Telling a lie saves one scarce. I am afraid of both these. Afraid I am both here and there. I must utter what comes to my lips. He who has this secret known. He must peep into his own Lives He in the shrine of peace Where there are no ups and downs I must utter what comes to my lips. It is indeed a slippery park. I take precautions in the dark De inside and see for yourself Why this wild search afar? I must utter what comes to my lips. It is a matter of good form A norm to which we all conform It’s God in every soul you see If he is in me why not in you? I must utter what comes to my lips. (Says Bulleh) the master is not far from me Without him there none could be That explains the suffering and pain But mine is not the eye to see I must say what comes to my