Page 56. Almost a copy of 55.
Page 57. Maghribi.
Whichever direction
We proceed in
We see – only the
Spire of your home/house.
Whichever direction/Qibla
Chosen by our
Worshipping heart
The alcove/niche of
Thy eyebrow we perceive.
Every tall graceful
One present in
The garden appears
On the path that borders
Thy Garden.
We enjoy the sight
Of every beautiful face
But it is your image
We see in the mirror.
Gazing into the
Deep dark eyes of
The beauties
Seen only is the
Bewitching allurement
In the depths of
Thy eyes.
As the radiance of
Thy Countenance
Illumines every particle
We see your luminosity
Reflected in every speck
Of the Universe –
In the Outer and Inner
In the Surreal and the Real
We perceive You alone
In every Creation of
The Two Worlds.
Of every passionate loved
One mentioned in books
In the depths of
His heart we find
A link to Thee
In the circle of
Captives of the tavern
The hearts of the Mentors
Are visible in the
Rings of your curls
Of hair.
Do not inquire
Maghribi’s condition
Seen thru Thy single
Ringlet on Thy head.
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