Others crescent is my full moon
The night when beloved is in our midst
A night as revealing as a hundred high noon.
Around us impotent causality fails
For I long for the day that First Cause unveils
A mendicant poverty won’t shun
Others’ hardships he proudly entrails.
God forbid such emblems under my gown
In every town I wear such crown
The pearl that outgrows both worlds
Within the sea of my heart shall drown.
In this world attained our resurrection grade
Till thoughts of the other & Judgement Day fade
Settle for God’s never ending grace
Grace of all others try to evade.
All the world like Shams-e Tabriz
Is under the parasol shade.
Translated By: Shahriar Shahriari
September 11, 1998