THE CARAVAN OF LIFE
My life to came to its end, and my Beloved through the door came not,
My story was completed and my grief to its end came not.
I took the death cup but never did I see the wine cup,
I lived so many years but no favour from the Beloved came.
The entangled soul in this cage fell featherless and wingless, but ,
The one who is supposed to break this cage, through the door never came.
All lovers of the Beloved are anonymous,
While the known are not thinking of Him at all.
For the caravan of love men are in the queue,
To whom do I say that finally that enliving Beloved not came.
Enlive the dead and take the alive's life,
Such massacre of the lover’s to the ignorant so odd became.