When longing has become the moon <br />Brightest in the darkest night <br />When the sea is without shore <br />Remembrance has become like sun <br />When heart is speaking all without whisper <br />On the palanquin were placed <br />A hundred little moons <br />Studded with stars <br />The sweet one had the fingertips <br />With henna to enhance to color <br />Recoiled in reproach a little <br />The self that grows from threads <br />Heart has many reasons for reality <br />Don not take away the delusion <br />On insistence I ask from my love <br />In abject reality like the face <br />Of the book with dust of knowledge <br />Burden not thy heart O lover <br />Seek still in the depth of your heart <br />The signs that speaketh to you <br />To whom are your songs I wonder <br />To the beauty once that adored <br />In poverty the abode of the self <br />Just around but who shall now <br />The cup of wine that I hold in my hands <br />Truth and nothing else shall I speak <br />8/7/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-longing-is-the-moon/
