Author Hazrat Inayat Khan I longed that the Beloved might come to me, Or Patience come and in my heart remain; But neither came, and now at last I see The only constant friend I have is Pain. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments