Call of love

I feel a pleasant
pulsaton in the eye:
an omen, and lucky indeed!
O friend,
come and be with me!

Pains and pangs
of long disunion
have had their day
and are turning away,
Rohi has blossom’d
and filled the face
of dreamy lands
with fruitful boughs.
Cloudy days are intoxicated
with fragrance of fresh rose-buds;
softer wind from North are dancing
intuned with the rhythm of the day.
Good fortunes
and pleasures of love realized
have hastened to reach me earlier.
The season of mirth and songs
has primed too soon
for the sweetest scents and airs.
Beautiful clouds are pouring forth
their musical showers of dancing  drops.
Luck’s come to favour abruptly;
bygone pleasures. estranged delights
are seeking once more reunion.
Fairest weather
excites my heart so wild.
Fareed, my friend
has heard at last
the call of love.

Believe no more

If not today
then tomorrow we sure would have
to close the door behind us, to bid farewell
to all that is dear to us and worldly sweet.
This world, this illusion of reality,
We wrongly have made our permanent home
ignorant of the fact that we,
the concieted dwellers,
do not essentially belong to it
no more than it does belong to us!

O don’t be deceived by senses alone!
Awake! If you are a Seeker, awake!
Fare forward along the Path
and don’t go astray!
Believe no more
in what is pleasing to touch or sight.
These dazzling lights,
These leaves and flowers and alluring sights
of a falling petal or a rising moon
are to fade too soon.
The beauty of symmetrical forms
and all other sensuous physical charms
are only parts of a grand delusion!

How far and how long can last an illusion?
Awake, for you have to go a long way!
Repent if you can!
Repent and seek divine forgiveness, awake!
Rub your palm against palm, repent!
The death bell is going to toll for you!
Awake!