Peace, one and all…
So many words have been spoken.
So many voices, saying so many things:
‘This world is a prison,’ some say,
whilst others proclaim its every fleeting pleasure.
Whatever this strange world is,
it is surely His.
Its light and its shade, its night and its day
belong to that heart-stealing Love-thief.
Woman and man, spirit and flesh:
He is the resolution of every opposite.
The wine is His,
aye! and every wine glass too!
Why damage the vessels of one so generous?
Why live as such an ill-mannered guest?
Abdur Rahman, 14th July 2011