I Shall Ask Thee Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I arise from the depth of my being
My mind on fire by the subtle touch of yours
Letting me in my flight in accompaniment
Of the angels and in search of the lovers
The lovers which have been consumed
By the closeness of the earth’s surface
What then remains of all those
Mansions or possessions not their own
Every seventh step on earth it is said
Falls on the head of a king lying asleep
Or his soul lost in the heavens or hell
When I shall visit thee
O earth reverend
Who shall hide me in thine embrace
I shall ask thee
Where hath thou ravened those faces of beauty
Or the humans superior born to mothers
More than queens or kings
O earth
As thou art my final abode
Or the creatures of earth
Or being burned on the surface and then flown
In your rivers holy
I shall ask thee
What you did to all the treasures
While I wake up
With my mind on fire
I search for some meaning for myself