To which the world, including the beloved is oblivious
I continue screaming in pain, waiting to be heard
To be healed in the soothing presence of the beloved
And yet you hear me not! Why am I subject to this pain?
I cannot understand in this transaction your gain?
Lovers have long sung painful ballads to please their beloved
And yet these ballads are only read by those with unrequited wishes
Writhing in agony and pain, I tread this thorny path
Hoping that your presence will ease this torture's wrath
The hope of being in your divine arms overpowers all other feelings
It numbs the pain and makes me move on and on
The fakir asks me, "How much do you love the beloved?"
"Measure and let me know" . I try to find something of equal proportions
I find that this love is as unbounded as the Universe itself
And is as ageless as the onlooker who created this vast existence
Hear my painful cries at least once, oh beloved!
You will fell the deep longing in my heart
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