I stayed up all night
keeping watch for you.
I peered through each window,
out of the balcony, into the streets.
I closed my eyes
and sat for hours.
You did not come.
I went outside and walked for miles
in each direction, leading to your doorstep.
I did not see you.
I did not see a footprint as if you had passed
and I had missed you.
No sign was to be found, or felt,
of your passing.
So, I spent my nights and days,
since you last came.
The lover searches for his Beloved both within and without. Such yearning for Union.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awaiting the Beloved's darshan. A sacred vigil indeed!