To Yield

 Sometimes my arrogance pays,

 Mostly it has broken my face,

 There are times I can see pebbles at the bottom of a lake,

 But when the water gets muddy,

 The eyes fail to see other hearts, cleaner than the river, cleaner than my own.

 

 I wish to be happy; you wish for me to be happy,

 We want the same thing,

 I demand, you yield,

 Yet, those who yield will always be nobler than those who demand,

 To yield is to surrender, to yield is to be pure, 

 It’s an unusual humility that lies at our core,

 To yield is to remember that love in all its facets is another name of God.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof