Poet: Sarmad

My heart searched for your fragrance
     in the breeze moving at dawn,
     my eyes searched for the flower of your face
     in the garden of creation.
Neither could lead me to your abode —

Once I was bathed in the Light of Truth within,
     I abandoned all planning and scheming.
If you, too, seek this transcendence,
     leave your lower self —

He dwells not only in temples and mosques —
The whole creation is his abode.
The whole world is bewitched by his tale,
     but wise are those who are lost in his love.