He trapped the soul of kings within a drop,
Now love's lament shall break the world apart.
The crimson sea has cast off reason's chains,
For fortune's wheel now blinds both East and West.
Why do the wise men fail to look for me?
A thousand veils of self the Muslim tore,
Yet seeks his fate within the idol's soul,
And lights his path with sighs of hollow grief.
Has man now wed his naked truth to hell?
I see in every gaze the helpless urge
To shape the self, yet bound by shackled thought.
The secrets of the One are spent in vain,
And knowledge bears the weight of shame once more—
A call to mendicants to rise again.
Thus reason's creed revives in ancient form.
(8 June,2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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