Will You Grace My Heart?

Will you walk into my heart?

You must know, there are rocks, weeds and grime of all kinds,

It’ll cling to your clothes and dirty the sole of your feet,

There’s also a stream, a fresh water stream, it dries, it fills,

Sitting by its side, I’ll gently wash your feet,

There won’t be a sound, not a bird chirping or the wind sighing,

Even my breath would have stopped,

Like a moth struck by the light bulb, I’d lose myself,

And from you I’ll learn anew, the meaning of love,

Now will you grace my heart, will you fill the stream?

Will you dirty your feet, so mine can be clean?

Will you?

The Song of the Sufi Masroof