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9. Experiment
Ya Allah,
I was a girl,
Playing on the lawn of my home,
Celebrating the feel of the youthful sun,
Of the early mornings.
It was you,
Who put me through
The appalling tests.
The pain and agony of the
Beastly deserts,
I have endured.
A false woman and a liar,
They called me.
My lord,
Is this for what
You sprung up inside me,
Like a banyan tree?
And you bathed me in
Your soft starlit moonlight always?
My lord
You who, in your infinite patience,
Allow the liars
To go scot-free;
Is it possible that
You may never come
Giving me relief?
10. Smiles
Ya Allah!
Can the forsaken laugh?
Maybe they can;
Yet, what they create
Is only fake flowers,
Shaped with miserable rags;
By destitute,
Bloomed in market.
My lord,
Wilt thou also,
Forsake me,
As your creations have done?
Neither my lips smile,
Nor my eyes wail.
The one who has no
Reason to smile,
And to wail too.
Surayya, your servent who had
Once cried out
With unspeakable pain and yearnings
At your feet.
11. I am safe
Ya Allah!
Ye, who is true to his word;
Ye, who hath unveiled to me
The gorgeous features of love,
My lord!!
I am your Sunflower,
Basking in the Sun
That you are.
Both in my hours of sleep,
And in my wakeful hours,
I have felt you.
Oh, my dear husband,
Who has died with
Unfulfilled passions for me;
Oh, my lover,
Who was left me with unrequited love;
You both know not,
That I am secure,
And I have a guardian too.
12. Sunflower
Ya Allah!
In what season of the year
You covered my body
With the blanket of love?
And in what birth?
My desolate solitude,
Was the sun in the summit
And your face a sunflower.
Source:
Ya, Allah!
Surayya
Translated into English by
Kalim Ahmed
Kavilumpara 673 513
Kozhikode, Kerala, India
