Until I gain the friendship of

my sovereign of both worlds,

I will continue to roast my

liver in the fire of his love.

My beloved does not appear

to the world-seeing eye until

the antimony of devotion

illumines the eye of intellect.

If the tree of my life does

bear the fruit of your love,

then let the swords of death cut it

down from the top to its roots. [Ameen]

I make incense of your love

by casting the wild rue of my soul

into the devotion of tears for you and your family.

When my pen cries, unable

to describe your pure attributes,

then I too shed tears until my

entire skirt is drenched in tears.

The journey of pure love to

the destination of his vision

is difficult; courage therefore,

until you traverse the carnal soul!

I will await you continually,

even though my sight fades away,

until the miraculous light of

your footsteps draws near to me.

The festival of spiritual bliss

does not arrive until

the crescent of the moon appears

in the firmament of vision.

O my soul I never suffered

from the wounds of life, until that

fateful day i heard of karbo-bala

the arrowhead of the love of the Ahle Bayt pierced my heart,

and at your sacrifice nations stand transfixed for a glance.

I have dedicated my life entirely to Ya-seen, the heart of the Qu’raan

How could I not then turn in the direction of Hussain, the heart of Ya-Seen.

Now; I will sit in his rememberance until my body ceases to be.

O seeker, Now that you have come

Underneath the tree of Wisdom,

be patient until the fruit

of intellect falls to you by itself.

What a wonderful stream poured from eyes

In the springtime of Spiritual light until my heart,

began to blossom from end to end!

I had neither knowledge nor the strength

to acquire it until you,

the living book of light, began to speak in my heart.