Pain is not a thing new in love
Why then waste time relating all by myself?

O lovely rose who pricked my tender soul
Ask anyone but me how I bled in your longing

Ask my eyes about the flood of tears
Never before has it cried such for years

Ask my heart how faintly it beat
It could not bear your coming so late

Ask the mirror about the state of my face
It became like a strangers’; unable to recognize

Ask the prayer mat laid on the floor
How my tears upon it began to pour

Ask the heavens about my fervent prayer upon prayer
I wished my call to Him would rise higher and higher

Ah! Ask your own Merciful Lord-
About the trust I put in Him!

My beloved!
You need not believe my tale of woes, (for)
Love is a sickness that steals a lover’s senses
It cannot separate fact from the fantasy
‘Tis the fault of love’s ecstasy

Therefore,
O lovely rose who pricked my tender soul
Ask anyone but me how I bled in your longing

If at all later I gain my senses back
Then shall I tell you matters white and black

Come to me soon-
Or a little more than soon!
Come to me as quickly as you can
Before comes from heaven the Terrifying Summon!

Sep 24 2004.

Notes

Terrifying Summon: Death