Once conjoined, now in disharmony, The twains shall never meet, Distanced, separated, withdrawn, Voice of their soul echoes unabated.
Distressed the wandering soul Seeks unity with fountainhead Of passion, of Love, of Fervour, Consuming the Divine peace.
Mutual obsession, devotion To love and be loved, The fire of agony, Gnaws at the ecstasy of Desires. Fondness betwixt the two, A Taj of pristine purity, The Longing, the attachment, A tale of vehemance, of Passion.
Our sordid separation, a disunity, Of all Elements, leading, to Commotion of Forces, Of attraction, of Repulsion.
The Moon, Stars, brightened By the darkness of mourning, Of souls, of the Heat, of Yonder, The Service honours their Love.
In turmoil, in ferment, Lies their souls, upon The shrine of Intensity, In the cemetery of Devotion.
Each lashing wave enveloping the other, The sudden disappearance of distinctions, Of one from the other, A Divine Reflection of our Union.
Sirajuddin Aziz Karachi.
