I met you and the pain of separation was forgot
I met you and the pain of separation was forgot,
And all I should have kept in mind my heart remembered not.
What cruelty and scorn I in your bitter letters knew!
No love was there; O Gracious One, have you forgotten too?
Strange is the journey that my soul by wanton Love was led,
Two steps were straight and clear, and four forgotten were instead.
There was some blundering o'er my fate at the Great Reckoning;
You have forgot, O Keeper of the Record, many a thing.
You took my heart, but left my life behind: O see you not
What thing you have remembered, and what thing you have forgot?
To meet Annihilation's sword is the most happy lot
That man can gain, for all the joys of earth has he forgot.
A Muslim on the path of Love beside a Kafir trod,
And one forgot the Kaaba, one the Temple of his God.
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