Secret of the Heart
The Secret of the Heart
Do not fight with the pain,
A companion for the heart;
Do not object to sorrow;
It's so soothing for the heart.
In the house of tears and patience,
And the winterland of hardships,
There's built a secret chamber,
Nicest set up for the heart.
If you look very intensely,
In a well, so dark and deep,
You will see fallen a Joseph,
Dreaming dreamlands of the heart.
When the days come to a close,
In the vain pursuits of life,
In the folds of night's dark hair,
Seek the dwelling of the heart.
If you do find your way,
To the reeds of Divine Knowledge,
Listen gently to the soul songs,
Celebration of the heart.
From the tulips seek the scars,
Since the Tavern of the plains,
Offers cupfuls of red blood,
From the chambers of the heart.
Come to terms if willy nilly,
With the breath of unkind fate,
Since complaints are not in order,
From the prisoner of the heart.
When the silver stars begin,
To tell stories of pure love,
I should, too, go seek a corner,
Prostrate before the heart.
Abul Qasem Ghazanfar
Translated from the Persian by the author himself
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