Ishq Poem by Matloob Bokhari

ISHQ
When the holy head placed atop a spear
Was paraded through scorching sun
People were throwing fire, wood and stone
Ismael was kissing his daughters' naked heads
Ibrahim was praising his sons' power of patience
Muhammad was weeping holding his family's rope tied arms
Seven heavens and seven oceans were crying
All angels in heaven were tearful
Allah! O One Allah! Babies' dried lips
Uncovered heads of ladies of the house of Muhammad
Lashes on the back of devotees' ornament.
The holy tongue was reciting Surah Kahf
Oh son of the Prophet of Allah!
Your love for the Lord of the worlds is most astonishing!
Your Ishq for the Creator of all creatures is a mystery
I need not to go to visit the land of Karbala
Your tomb is made in the middle of my heart!