Precious Pearls — Page 68
70 We abased our self to dust, hoping to find that Belovèd; I live with this yearning this is my very sustenance. ‘Tis only Thy love in the world all else is darkness; Thou art my Belovèd this is the true love. For Thy sake, we blew away our dust-remains 105 ; since We heard that this was the condition of love and loyalty. We ache for the Belovèd we erased our sense of ego; When I died, it 106 revived me this is the elixir of life. There are a hundred woes at each step in this love But what can I do, this is what He has given me! (115) “Not to leave the loyalty not to break the covenant”, This is what my Ageless Belovèd has told me. Since finding that Belovèd, every house houses a foe The hearts are turned to stone; this is the fate and fortune. They try to scare me keep coming back to my door They show the axe and sword such is the case around. On Belovèd’s path, this heart is afraid of no one The whole world is smart this is the crazy one. What do I tell you of my tales on this path? These are Squabbles of grief and pain; this is the whole story. (120) With heart turned to pieces, I still desire one vista Don’t you call me mad this is true sagacity! O my Soul Mate! Pray render this grace Thyself Say not: “You can’t see Me”, this is my wish from Thee. What’s this separation done? Life is in constant chaos; That where the lovers die, this is that field of martyrs 107. Thou art fully Loyal the fault of staying away is ours; Even obedience is done partially this is the curse on us. Thou art Faithful, my Love Thy covenants are all true But we stood far away; this is the place of wailing. (125) We honoured not the covenant; we fouled the friendship; But Thou art Clement this is what was revealed to us. O Remedy of my heart! Parting from Thee is painful That thing they call Hell, this is that deadly thing. The grief for Faith has totally consumed me This is the stone that rests on the breasts of foes: “How can he be ruined how can he perish?” This is what the brute enemy of truth thinks. Such times have come that have caused such ruin The thing that grinds the Faith this is that mill. (130) How do I tell the freshness and charm of this Faith? All others have dried up this is the only one green.