O my God,
These words that you have draped,
Are not at all the essence
Of the content of my soul.
You, who transcends all boundaries,
In the ocean of your attributes,
Endless is the expanse of the universe… endless.
And the confines of my life are such
That life has just barely brushed past.
A wave on the surface of the water,
A touch of the breeze,
In this brief moment of blinking an eye,
How can familiarity even be possible?
For every brief moment in the door of mysteries
Invites many new worlds
To the feast of understanding the letters.
The next stations of your words
Hold thousands of layered estates,
While my perception
Cannot even compose
The truths of what is very near, let alone far away.
Aslam Murad
The poem is originally written in Urdu, please click here for the Urdu Poem
