A Mystical Poem
Of Imam Khomeini ra
Oh my beloved! After witnessing your Infinite Beauty I become entangled.
Seeing, the manifestation of Your Glory, I become saturated with joy and ecstasy.
I forget my own existence and proclaimed the slogan -'I am the truth', and like the Mansoor Hallaj volunteered my self for hanging.
The agony and pain of your love has burnt my entire existence.
That I become fed up with my own self; and my affairs become the talks of the town
"Let the doors of tavern be opened,
and let us go there day and night.
Because, I become disgusted with,
the Mosque as well as from the School.
"I took off the dress of ascesticm and dissimulation.”
And become awakened after wearing the robe of a tavern's haunter."
The town's preacher with his preaching made me uncomfortable
Therefore, I sought refuge in some one who was inwardly upright but outwardly lewd."
Let me allow to remember the temple's sweet memories.
Where I was awakened from the sweet touch of my beloved's hand.
Oh my beloved! After witnessing your Infinite Beauty I become entangled.
Seeing, the manifestation of Your Glory, I become saturated with joy and ecstasy.
I forget my own existence and proclaimed the slogan -'I am the truth', and like the Mansoor Hallaj volunteered my self for hanging.
The agony and pain of your love has burnt my entire existence.
That I become fed up with my own self; and my affairs become the talks of the town
"Let the doors of tavern be opened,
and let us go there day and night.
Because, I become disgusted with,
the Mosque as well as from the School.
"I took off the dress of ascesticm and dissimulation.”
And become awakened after wearing the robe of a tavern's haunter."
The town's preacher with his preaching made me uncomfortable
Therefore, I sought refuge in some one who was inwardly upright but outwardly lewd."
Let me allow to remember the temple's sweet memories.
Where I was awakened from the sweet touch of my beloved's hand.
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