Healer Poem by Makhdoom Mohiuddin

Under the shade of a Jasmine tree
A little distance from the tavern, on that turn of the road
Two bodies
Burned out in the fire of love
Love, the word of devotion
Love, their God
Love, their funeral pyre
Two bodies
Moist in the dew, bathed in the moonlight
Like two newly bloomed flowers
Cool fresh breeze from the gardens
Wallowed in grief
Winding itself through the dark tresses
Stayed for a brief moment on the warm faces

We saw them
In the mornings and in the nights
In ecstasy and in agony

The mosque's minarets saw them
The doors of the temple saw them
The cracked walls of the tavern saw them

From time immemorial to the end of the world!
Tell me, healer
Does your bag of remedies
Has anything like the potion of love?
Has any remedy for the love-sick?

Under the shade of a Jasmine tree
A little distance from the tavern, on that turn of the road
Two bodies
Healer!