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| THE HOLY QURAN | POEMS | |||
| OTHER RELIGIOUS WORKS | ART WORKS |
Poem
Privacy of the Drunk
In circle of mystic we got not
The desire pleasing we sought,
In monastery we heard else
But not His invite.
In school, we did not find to read
A book to be about the Friend,
Ne’er did we find in minaret
The hint of His voice to tend.
In love of books we could not chase
The veiled beauty’s Face,
In divine writs we could get
Not the destination’s trace.
Temple in our lives’ span
Were wholly spent in vain,
Within our rivals’ gathering
We saw no cure not pain.
To the ring of lovers should move I
Perhaps there to find for cheer up,
A charming breeze or trail
From that beloved rose-plot.
Both ‘We’ and ‘I’ are from the reason
Whose are as ropes to fasten,
In mass of those the drunk
Neither ‘I’ seen, nor ‘we’ discern.
((Imam Khomeini))