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
Before meeting the Beloved
Even then keep care as every step you advance/For you are where even wind is polite as it blows
Stars on the way to Harem
They burn their own selves
Hence, light at night is seen by His Slaves
Tonight we are heading as guests
Towards that Blessed House…
Passed a judgment, failed by sentiment
I was no longer the nervous participant, but the judge who gave the judgment. And it had a ‘personal excitement’ of its own…