O hear this tale of the wonder of love
by Siraj Aurangabadi

O hear this tale of the wonder of love

where madness dissolves, the beloved has fled

There is no more of you

there is no more of I

All that remains is

Unknowing

A rising wind from the unseen realm

set the garden of delight aflame

But one small branch of sorrow’s tree

• shall we call it the heart? -  

lived on!

Still green.

What a strange and wondrous time that was

when we were taught from the book of love

The book of reason, cast aside,

left sitting on its shelf.

The heart of Siraj, a beggar’s bowl

was turned to ash by the fire of love

There are no more cares, 

there is no more fear

There is only a certain 

Unknowing. 

Siraj Aurangabadi, translated by Homayra Ziad