When the way was shown <br />On deathbed lay <br />In the scheme of things <br />Of mortals here <br />What schemes for love <br />What grudge of the moral <br /> <br />To the sands I bow <br />A palm of dustful <br />To the air I blow <br />On the measures small <br />Of love you measure <br />Who wants the gain <br /> <br />The lioness my guard <br />The lioness she is <br />Of the beauty of love <br />Aware with broken heart <br />Who shalt then follow <br />Love’s bitter mystery <br /> <br />A tiny particle of sand <br />I look to thee <br />The wonders I see <br />That toucheth the feet <br />Of the beloved’s street <br /> <br />Many times and more <br />I wandered in despair <br />For moon of the first <br />In opposite I gaze <br />When thy cheek <br />Showeth on the pane <br />The window closed oft <br />29/1/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-the-love-window-closed-oft/
