Beloved,
I feel so forlorn
when I am away from You.
Like a drunk,
suddenly called forth from oblivion,
I find myself waking in a strange tavern.
Or, like a shipwrecked mariner,
I find myself washed
onto strange shores.
So, Beloved, once again
I peer out through this tavern window,
gazing back across the Sea.
I am hoping,
always hoping,
for one more glimpse of Your Face.
I feel so forlorn
when I am away from You.
Like a drunk,
suddenly called forth from oblivion,
I find myself waking in a strange tavern.
Or, like a shipwrecked mariner,
I find myself washed
onto strange shores.
So, Beloved, once again
I peer out through this tavern window,
gazing back across the Sea.
I am hoping,
always hoping,
for one more glimpse of Your Face.
- Abdur Rahman -