Breeze And Dew
I could not find access to tracts
Where stars like pendent lamps do shine :
Tearing vest of tulips and rose
The main and foremost duty mine.
I feel an inner urge so great
To bid farewell to home and depart:
For joyful songs of nightingale,
No zeal or zest to me impart.
O dew, ALLAH's will has made you know
full well, both park and heavens high:
what is more precious in your eyes,
The dust of park or dome of sky ?
If thorns and straws of worldly mead
To cause a tension in you fail,
Then bear in mind, this lonely park,
For heaven's dome is like a veil.