Poem By Nasir Kazmi
Plead till the eyes of stars bleed tears.
O heart, beat yet fiercely in your cage of flesh!
Dusty lust commingles with the rare gems of fidelity.
Examine yet the goods of pledged loyalty.
Movements of her ruby lips will bewitch you like a wizard.
Let this silent fire smolder more.
If you be mute, learn the art of eloquence from the Silent.
If blind, glean your lights from the radiance of the doomed.
Who may say to Nasir: O vassal of God,
There is yet some night to go; set your eye to sleep.