When Longing is the Moon by Sadiqullah Khan

When longing has become the moon
Brightest in the darkest night
When the sea is without shore
Remembrance has become like sun
When heart is speaking all without whisper
On the palanquin were placed
A hundred little moons
Studded with stars
The sweet one had the fingertips
With henna to enhance to color
Recoiled in reproach a little
The self that grows from threads
Heart has many reasons for reality
Do not take away the delusion
On insistence I ask from my love
In abject reality like the face
Of the book with dust of knowledge
Burden not thy heart
O lover
Seek still in the depth of your heart
The signs that speaketh to you
To whom are your songs
I wonder
To the beauty once that adored
In poverty the abode of the self
Just around but who shall now
The cup of wine that I hold in my hands
Truth and nothing else shall I speak