Ghazal No. 39

We are mere dust, but planet-like we swiftly move, and seek the shore of this blue sea.

We owe our being to a single flame of life; but, from the joy of selfhood, we are split up as so many sparks.

O tell the creatures of light this: that by dint of the intellect we creatures of dust ride the stars.

In love we are buds shaking in the morning breeze; but in the business of life we are quite as hard as granite.

Like the narcissus we have grown eyes in this garden. O lift the veil that hides Your face; we are all eyes for You.