He? Yes He.
He? Yes He,
The grandest friend be,
The love between you and me,
Yes, -He.
In my 57, I am near Heaven,
As love from Him through you comes,
Shall I be a foolish Hamlet?
In 'To be and not to be',
Do I need dry philosophy,
Or chaffy sermons?
And smoke breathed by bourgeois ,
Instead of the Sky’s kiss on Himalayan ridge ?
Do I?
My yesterdays have escaped from Fool’s paradise,
And they form rainbow, -in the inner sun’s rise.
Ah! Did not, did not, He promise ?
Am I not a Bottom like?
Everywhere the same as worlds revive,
No shadows, but dreams,
Dreams from Dream arise!
You thrill evoking darling,
Fledge your wings,
The biblical horses there can not fling,
For Love by Love is ever winning!
He wishes Love,
So Love floods you and me,
Ah! Between us, it is He!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well-expressed poem, thanks for sharing
Thank you Mr. Ahmed for your kind appreciation