Allah The Exalted — Page 146
1 4 No one can fathom The extent of Your limitless power; Nor can anyone unravel The mysteries of this intricate knot. It is Your beauty that lends charm To every beautiful face; So are the hues and colours of each flower and garden But a reflection of Your loveliness. The love-laden glances of a beautiful face Ever remind us of You; Every curly lock points its finger In Your direction. To every believer and non-believer, Your countenance alone should be the focal point; But alas! the sightless suffer From a thousand veils. O my Beloved, Your enchanting glances Are like the sharp sword Which cuts off all bondages Of loyalty and love for others. Only to win Your love Have I reduced myself to dust; Hoping, the pangs of separation May be assuaged a little. Except when I am with You I am ever restless; Like the sinking heart of a patient, Life seems to be ebbing away. Wherefore this noise in Your neighbourhood? Pray, tarry not! Lest some love-lorn lover Should perish unknown. [Surma Chashm A ry a , R uha n i Khaz a ’in, Vol. 2, p. 52]