Darshan Singh

 

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How should I tell of the feeling that reigns in the court
of the friend?
Dancing light is my beloved's face, cup and carafe are ecstatic!

Every nook and cranny is effulgent with his light;
Every mote and grain celebrates the beloved's face.

On earth from end to end I see his beauty,
In heaven after heaven I gaze upon my friend.

Seeker banished from beatific vision, look through
the eyes of your heart!
How can you see the beloved's light with eyes of flesh
and blood?

Man's sorrows I bore, this world I loved -
My whole life I gave to the work of my friend.

Brushing past me, it stirred my heart and was gone:
God! The morning breeze has learned to tease from
my friend.

Let them try to imprison Him in temple, mosque and church!
The seeing eye finds the Beloved's signs in every mote.

Very near your heart are seekers of your vision;
Those who look at the surface are exiled from
the beloved's light.

What can I say of the grace he showers on me within?
Darshan, the moment I close my eyes, the beloved's
light begins.
                                                                                                     DS1-01

 

 

 
A wordless tale - listen with your heart!
Of what it tells cannot be described.

Alas for the hapless tipplers in the tavern!
In no mood is the saqi to indulge them with wine.

I am as frantic as a fish out of water
Till the friend appears, and I gaze in his eyes.

On those ecstatic eyes I am drunk:
Of goblet and wine what need have I?

I call him no lover unless, like Mansoor,
He mounts the gallows and the noose is tied.

Sit free from care in the shade of the pir,
No burdens remain where devotion resides.

With myriad afflictions this world snares the soul:
There's no escape without a master to guide.


                                                                       DS1-02

 

 

 

DS1 - LOVE'S LAST MADNESS
           Poems on a Spiritual Path
           Darshan Singh
           Barry Lerner and Harbans Singh

              Bedi, trans.
           Holm Press
           Prescott, Arizona
         - 01  #  3

         - 02  #54