And Those Who Husbanded The Golden Grain
And Those Who Husbanded The Golden Grain
And those who husbanded the golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like rain,
Alike to no such aureate earth are turn'd
As, buried once, men want dug up again.
Think, In This Batterer'd Caravanserai!
Think, in this batter'd caravanserai
Whose doorways are alternate night and day,
How sultan after sultan with his pomp
Abode his hour or two, and went his way.
They Say The Lion....
They say the lion and the lizard keep
The courts where Jamshed gloried and drank deep:
And Bahram, that great hunter - the wild ass
Stamps o'er his head, and he lies fast asleep.
I Sometimes Think....
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caeser bled;
That every hyacinth the garden wears
Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head.
And This Delightful Herb
And this delightful herb whose tender green
Fledges the river's lip on which we lean-
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely lip it springs unseen!
Ah, My Beloved, Fill The Cup
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears-
Tomorrow?- Why, tomorrow I may be
Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
Lo! Some We Loved....
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That time and fate of all their vintage prest,
Have drunk their cup a round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
Makhdoom's Quest For The Truth
Sufism : Journey Towards The Truth
Makhdoom's Quality Quest