Lament of Separation (In Memory of Arnold)

O house! Your resident is now residing in the West Ah! The land of the East was not liked by him

Today my heart is convinced of this truth The light of the separation’s day is darker than night

“As from his departure’s breast the scar is picked up Sight is asleep in my eyes like the extinguished candle.”

I am fond of seclusion, I hate the habitation I run away from the city in excruciation of love

I make the heart restless from the olden days’ memory For satisfaction I come ardently running towards you

Though the eye is familiar with your nook and corner Still some strangeness is apparent from my speed

My heart’s speck was just to be acquainted with the sun The broken mirror was just to expand into the universe

The tree of my longings was just going to green up Ah! what does any one know what I was going to be

Mercy’s cloud gathered up its skirt from my garden and departed Rained a little over the flower buds of my desires and departed

Where are you! O Kalim of the pinnacle Sina of learning! Your breath was the breeze promoting the joy of learning

Gone is that zeal for walking in the vast expanse of learning! In my intellect also you were the inspirer of love of learning

“Where is Layla’s fervor, so as to decorate Love again May make the dust of Majnun mixed with wilderness again

The wilderness of solitude will open the fate’s knot I shall reach you after breaking the chains of the Punjab

The bewildered eye looks upon your picture But how can one searching for speech be happy?

“No power to speak the picture’s mouth has Silence is the speech which the picture has”