Love: A Miracle

Love is light, a melody,
A strange inexpressible taste it has,
It possesses invincible the strength,
Sometimes digs a range of mountains,
Sometimes tramples sands of the desert,
Sometimes swims on the unhardened pitcher,
Sometimes diverts course of the clouds,
Now becomes captivity of Laila,
And then lunacy of Qais,
Now like Khizar shows the exact route,
Then demands to bow beneath the daggers,
It knows how to walk on the thorny paths,
It knows how to die laughingly,
It knows how to kick the worldly splendour,
It requires to be placed in the being-built walls,
It makes the stakes a gratifying hobby,
Now turns the gardens into ashes,
Then becomes sparkle of the crop of roses,
It is the secret of self and ecstasy too,
Love has a strange chain of affairs,
Now Yasrab then Karbala
In each shape it has been dwelling,
Love is a miracle and total submission too.

By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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