Out of Depth

I am out of depth here,

This is too precious a gift to behold,

Like the crescent in the night sky and the twinkling star by its side,

The healing hot spring that bursts forth from the ground,

And the forlorn weed that drinks from it,

The sandalwood paste that has no meaning,

Without a divine forehead for it to grace,

I am out of depth here,

For now the distance is shorter than it first appeared…

The Song of the Sufi Masroof