Dil

The Heart

The plea, 'Show me Thyself!' is the headline of the heart's tale; For it, the gallows and the rope are but a childish game.

If the realm of eternity marks the measure of the heart, O Lord, what must be the wine of this brimming chalice?

Was it a cloud of mercy, Lord, or the lightning of Love? When the field of existence burned, it grew the seed of the heart.

You would have found Beauty's priceless treasure, O Farhad, had you ever dug the wasteland of the heart.

At times it seems the Divine Throne, at times the Kaaba's shrine; My God, whose destination is this, this humble abode of the heart?

Qais has his own madness, and I my own obsession; He is mad for another, I am the madman of the heart.

You cannot grasp this, O foolish ascetic: One rapturous lapse of the heart is the envy of a hundred prostrations.

It transforms a heap of dust into an elixir, such is the power in the ashes of the moth of the heart.

By being trapped in the snare of Love, it is set free; When lightning strikes this tree, it bursts into green.