Longing is an action
Longing is just one word with two syllables
If the tongue is ready, it would pour out
From the troubled hearts
In the brightness that cleaves the darkness of night
A prostration, a handful of prayers with a drop
In the moment they find peace
Longing is just one word with two syllables
Longing is…
A heavy burden like waiting for someone
Longing is a dagger stabbed from the back to the heart
The trial is longing itself
A long, deep, painful waiting
In the prostration that illuminates the darkness of the night
Finding solace in the eyes moistened by the presence of the Beloved
Hearts consumed by agony
Longing is…
At the door opened to The All-Merciful
In the reflection of the night
While thousands of beams of light take their place
Eyes freed from the slumber of unawareness
Beauty that the encompassing eyes can perceive
Scattered across the blue dome here and there
The tongue speaks of Him, the heart finds tranquility in Him
Longing is just one word with two syllables
The petition that rescues the lover from his rawness
When he meets the Beloved
