Your lips by it shall become sweet / Even the taste of honey will it defeat / Lift the veil of solitude to lend me your ears
The Beggar’s Treasure
The poet feels undeserving of a precious gift and expresses a desire for deeper faith and understanding.
A silent song to fit the unfit times
Ah! I am myself throwing mud in the head
Where shall my soul find its bread?
I cried much for my mentors’ reach
I waited long on Destiny’s beach…
Before meeting the Beloved
Even then keep care as every step you advance/For you are where even wind is polite as it blows