Seat of Darkness

O faraway stars, what is to be my fate?

Will the flickering flame be snuffed or gently shielded by a hand?

Some nights the will to burn is stronger than other nights,

Those nights are the quietest,

Calmest in the sense that the sky has no language and the wind has no song,

The only sound I hear is the even breathing of my dog,
And that is the sweetest song.

The seat of darkness is warm, a world where every one’s alone,

Alone with their thoughts,

And then it doesn't matter whether the flame burns or not,

For, in this world, I am the only person I know.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof