Yesterday, I saw a wonderful picture on a website showing too many pligrims thronging the land of Hijaz. And beneath the picture it was written: Bana kar faqeeron ka hum bhays Ghaalib Tamasha-e-ehl-e-Karam dekhtay hain ... And the verse went so well with the view in the picture. No explanations needed to explain this kind of love. "It is all the labour of Love." What is there which is beyond Love? Darmiyaan-e-parda-e-khoon ishq ra gulzaarha Aashiqaan ra ba-Jamaal-e-ishq-e-bay-chun kaarha Aql guyad "shish jehat huddst, beeroon raah neest" Ishq guyad "raah hast wa raftay am mann baarha..." (Transation of Professor Lateefullah's Urdu Translation in Rumi (RA) ka payaam-e-ishq : Between the curtains of blood, there are countless gardens of Love. Lovers have a lot to do with the beauty of Love of the Unmatched! Intellect says, there's no way beyond the limits of six directions Love ( Ishq ) says, there is the way, for I have traversed it several times!) ...
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Unable are those – who own the abilities
They know no direction – nor about the star
They know mere walking – as journey afar
Knowers are those who know door a wall
Those who don’t know – know wall a door
What shall I call wingless? When I own wings
These winged know only wings the wings
Who shall ever know the forlornness I suffered?
But only those who know an ocean drop a pearl
This verse which – has been written as blank verse
Would be understood by those – who know verses
– In blurry mystique