Although he is free, yet lives as a prisoner,
Although he is a king, yet lives as a mystic (fakir) .
Behold the level of his belief in Almighty God,
He lives the life of riches in the house of sands.
Then he leaves with a promise 'not to come back, '
The one living in the wind as a fragrance.
The enemy of my life flows into the veins,
And count my breath by sitting inside my heart.
Whoever lived this life to its fullest,
He will tell you it is nothing but a bubble burst.
My kind of poem. A life well lived is a gift from God. Fighting the nafs is the biggest battle one encounters in lifetime. Beautiful poem Asim.
Amusing poem with great substance, I quote: Behold the level of his belief in Almighty God, He lives the life of riches in the house of sands.
Great philosophical touch in your poem: The enemy of my life flows into the veins, And count my breath by sitting inside my heart.
Yes life is no more than that, we live on the edges and death takes everything away,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice to read the introspective poem about life; thanks for sharing