By day and by night
In the Desert lovers roam
It racks them not!
Lovers owe to none
And nor anyone owes them
Carefree qalander!
Night and day they drink
The wine of divine music
In their friend's home
Love bids them burn
Like a phoenix in their fire
They rise from ashes
On their soul they wear
No extra garment of clay
Fly beyond contours
Thus to the Farthest
Masjid they go on wings
To see His signs
Glory be to Him
Who reveals to His lovers
The secrets hidden
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem