Through the weeping, I witness the path I have chosen.
I search for a lost soul, lost only to me.
With every step I pull a caravan of fear,
But there is no turning back.
Not a star points your way.
What remains of your tenderness
Are the memories my mind incessantly paints
And the yearnings of a heart torn from the breast of love
Emptiness echoes into the abyss.
Even the wind denies me sorrow.
I have become someone in some other place at another time.
The shallow voice in the shadow of night is my own.
Where have you gone?
What might I touch to find you?
Shams, who wrested your life from mine?
The mule of sorrow marches stubbornly.
Do not pull me so!
My steps are weighted and I wander in circles.
I am the hub of a wheel revolving in longing,
With hope as my destination.
Is he in Damascus?
Does his blood stain the sands?
Belighted One of Wonderment, is this the lot of fairness?
The flame of our fire no longer burns in my hands.
I require nothing, nothing but my friend.
Heavenly Star of all that loves,
where is Shams?
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