Tag Archives: In Dust I Sing

Who can gauge the mind of God, or sound the depths of love?
Yet the existence of God and love some seek to disprove.

Click here to read the full ghazal #19 and commentary.

A scientist is an immigrant from outer space
Fondly thinking to tear the veil from love’s beloved face.

Click here to read the full ghazal #20 and commentary.

Since it is the Beloved’s breath which sustains the creation,
No man yet has uttered a love-speech without his permission.

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Drunk again! cried the hag Respectability.
Madam, I replied with old-world civility,

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It is the season of tiredness. Even the stones
Lie heavy. What to say then of human flesh and bones?

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The Beloved is kindness itself, he grants every prayer.
But it is a wise man who knows for what he prays—so beware.

Click here to read the full ghazal #24 and commentary.

Worldly man or wanderer are the same to us
So long as they’re honest—it’s all God’s game to us.

Click here to read the full ghazal #25 and commentary.

Long hair or shaved head, clown’s paint, tongs, bowls and rosaries
Are found to be a sure way of effecting ‘the squeeze’.

Click here to read the full ghazal #26 and commentary.

Everyone thinks he is the burden-bearing title-holder.
From the lover’s viewpoint no burden at all does he shoulder.

Click here to read the full ghazal #27 and commentary.