Where’s the haste?
Why don’t I miss it now?
This is okay and that is okay, too,
Many thanks for what I have,
What I don’t have is mine too,
Confounding is this saintliness,
There are lessons taught and heard,
I hear only the wordless one,
It drifts in and I drift away...
Why don’t I miss it now?
This is okay and that is okay, too,
Many thanks for what I have,
What I don’t have is mine too,
Confounding is this saintliness,
There are lessons taught and heard,
I hear only the wordless one,
It drifts in and I drift away...
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
1 comment:
Where's the taste?
Why don't I feel it now?
This is good and that was good too.
Many thanks for what I have and haven't,
For all is Yours and I'm yours too.
Founding on this finding astounding,
There are words uttered and heard,
But Yours is divine sound unstruck,
It sinks in and I rise up,
Like the drop in an ocean...
O Lesser Known Poet! keep up the soul-stirring poetry.
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