Sunday, 24 May 2015
A poem by Sheikh Muzaffer (excerpt #1)
Love makes us speak, love makes us moan,
Love makes us die, love brings us to life,
Love makes us drunk and bewildered,
It sometimes makes one a king.
Love and the lover have no rigid doctrine.
Whichever direction the lover takes,
He turns towards his beloved.
Wherever he may be, he is with his beloved.
Wherever he goes, he goes with his beloved.
He cannot do anything,
He cannot survive even for one moment,
Without his beloved.
He constantly recalls his beloved,
As his beloved remembers him.
Lover and beloved, remember and remembered,
Are ever in each other’s company, always together.