An Ode

Death is destined to be the wine of every cup, How ruthlessly has it been made common!

The arena of sudden death Has been called the world of moon and stars.

If any particle of it learnt to fly, It was brought under control by the spell of sight.

Why do you seek rest for us? We are Tied to the revolutions of the days.

Be careful of the ego within your heart, From this star, the night was illumined.

The world is absolutely a place of decay, This is the gnosis in this strange land.

Our heart is not seeking anything futile, Our lot is not fruitless grief.

Desire is looked after here, And also the intoxication of the yearning of search.

Ego can be made immortal; Separation can be changed into union.

A lamp can be lit by our hot breath, Crack in the sky can be sewn by a needle.

The Living God is not without a taste for beauty, His manifestations are not without society.

Who cast the lightning of His Grace on the heart? Who drank that wine and struck the cup on the head?

Whose heart is the criterion of beauty and good? Whose house is it round which His moon revolves?

From whose privacy the cry of ʺAm I not your Lordʺ arose? From whose musical strings the answer of ʺYesʺ appeared?

What a fire Love kindled in this handful of dust One cry from us burnt down thousands of veils.

It is only our presence that keeps the cup of the Saki in motion And maintain liveliness in His society.

My heart burns on the loneliness of God In order, therefore, to maintain intact His Ego Society

I sow in my dust the seed of selfhood, And keep a constant vigil over my ʺIʺ.