This was not our destiny, that union with the beloved would take place. If we had kept on living longer, then would have been kept waiting If I lived on your promise, then know this that I knew it to be false For would I not have died of happiness, if I had had trust [in it] ? From your delicacy I knew that the vow had been bound loosely You could never have broken it, if it had been firm Let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow Where would this anxiety/ pain have come from, if it had gone through the liver ? What kind of friendship is this, that friends have become Advisors ? If someone had been a healer, if someone had been a sympathizer ! From the rock-vein would drip that blood which would never have stopped If this which you are considering grief this were just a spark Although grief is life-threatening, how would we escape, while there is a heart ? If there were not the grief of passion, there would be the grief of livelihood To whom might I say what it is- the night of sadness is a bad disaster! Why would I have minded dying, if it took place one time? Since upon having died, I became disgraced- why were I not drowned in the ocean? Neither a funeral procession would ever been formed, nor would there anywhere be a tomb Who can see him? for that Oneness is unique If there were even a whiff of twoness, then somehow [He] would be two or four These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, #pk ! We would consider you a saint- if you werent a wine-drinker.........!
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 09:22:01 +0000
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