Last night an argument / Unfolded at the tavern / Their faces away turned / As they made anger plain
Sweet Seller in Paradise
Each action of Beloved is to be imitated / No doubt for him was this world created / The gardens became fragrant from his scent / Water got no-color tint from his matchless paint
Your Infinite Response to My Finite Pleas
We may earnestly count the number of times we have asked Him, grumbling about the lapse in response, but He keeps no tally while giving.
Love-smitten, Paradise too little to desire
Last night sheikh shared with me a secret / From then did I learn my life was sacred / I realized the worth of my dust / I recalled my pledge given at ‘Alast’
Nail in my heart the Green Dome’s picture
Ya Rabb! Make this love my nature / Nail in my heart the Green Dome’s picture / Even as I reach the gates of his love / Ecstasy shakes my heart and soul