Hunting the Hunter

Reason is a bird
from our nest;
Galaxies are some dust
risen from our doorstep.

The world-illuminating sun,
the sovereign of the East,
Is an ornamental image
on the ceiling of our hall of mirrors.

The blood you see
in the eye of the horizon at sunset
Is the sips
of our nocturnal wine.

What we hunt
is no one but the hunter;
Our trap is the same
as our bait.

Our arrow pierces
through the armour of the firmament,
For our target is
the heart of the universe.

No charm can lure us
away from the path
Since the two worlds
are full of our fascinating tale.

Though with the people of the time
we are not happy,
Happy are those
who live in our time.

If there exists a paradise,
it lies in the dust of his doorstep,
Where we have
our eternal abode.

The Gem and The Mine

Of thee I tell thee secrets
in a wordless language;
From thee I ask the way to thee
on a traceless trace.

In vain thou concealest thyself
from the eyes, for thy sun-like face
Beams through heavenly veil
like the light of day.

What a delicate concept thou art,
far above reasoning!
What a divine Verse thou art,
needless of interpretation!

How can I close my eyes to thee?
Thou art the lamp inside the eye.
How can I part with thee?
Thou art the resident in the soul.

We are all rays and thou art the candle;
We are all substance and thou art the spirit;
We are all raindrops and thou art the ocean;
We are all gems and thou art the mine.

I have never seen a face like thine,
so graceful point by point;
I have never seen a scripture like thee,
so meaningful verse by verse.

So mercilessly injuring Khajoo's heart
with the arrow of thy coquettish glances
Is far from the way of friendship
and against the rules of affection.