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.
