A mystic mast wanders
through the tempest
Seeking the tavern
to obtain the ambrosial wine.

Just for a mere sip he risks his life.
Roaming through this blizzard.

In his heart is a tufan
That can only be quelled
When he sees his beloved.

Drunk he must approach her
For sober he will falter
And not be able to sing his heart’s song.
A maddening cry of pain and sorrow
Of the torments of the cruel world,
That has left him broken and bruised.

An ecstatic rapture of fervent desire
That pulsates to a rhythm unknown.

Bellowing an exotic chant, a mantra
That haunts the night like a sleepless owl.

Only those freed of lust can hear this rue
Of a heart separated from itself.

Mad he must be to love so deeply
Another whom he cannot see.

Just a shadow in his dream
Yet he pursues desperately.

Who is there to fathom
The yearning of this mast?

The fragrance of your love came and waltzed through my heart. It left me torn and broken with the memories that now haunt my mind. Your silent song keeps echoing in my heart and makes me restless searching for this enchanting melody that reverberates throughout my world. My heart can’t compel you to stay. But my soul longs to drown into your pristine presence. How can I resolve this dilemma? Will I ever feast my thirsty eyes on your exotic, celestial beauty again? Or shall I be forever seeking the beloved?

In deserts I roam like a wandering dervish. In the aashiyaan I lingered awaiting your return. In desperation I entered the tavern and drank till intoxication. The wine vase has become empty and the heart drunk. But still my thirst is not parched. Only your sweet kisses can quell the burning desires of my soul, and satiate the torments of my heart.