How should I tell of the feeling that reigns in the court of the Friend?
Dancing Light is my Beloved’s face, cup and carafe are ecstatic!

Every nook and cranny is effulgent with his Light;
Every mote and grain celebrates the Beloved’s face.

On earth from end to end I see his beauty,
In heaven after heaven I gaze upon my Friend.

Seeker banished from the beatific vision, look through the eyes of your heart!
How can you see the Beloved’s Light with eyes of flesh and blood?

Man’s sorrows I bore, this world I loved —
My whole life I gave to the work of my Friend.

Brushing past me, it stirred my heart and was gone:
God! The morning breeze has learned to tease from my Friend.

Let them try to imprison him in temple, mosque and church!
The seeing eye finds the Beloved’s signs in every mote.

Very near your heart are seekers of your vision;
Those who look at the surface are exiled from the Beloved’s Light.

What can I say of the grace he showers on me within?
Darshan, the moment I close my eyes, the Beloved’s Light begins.

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/S/SinghDarshan/HowshouldIte.htm

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