The Word of Love Is Nothing But Allusion – Abdur Rahman’s Corner
Peace, one and all…
The word of Love is nothing but allusion.
Love is not bound by poetic metaphors.
The heart recognises the Jewel of Love
Reason has no inkling of this insight.
Love doesn’t reside in interpretation.
Love isn’t of the world of explanations.
Whoever has a heart ruined by Love
afterwards will never know reconstruction.
Take a loan of Love and sell yourself
for there is no fairer trade than this.
If one moment passes by without Love
that moment will never find redemption.
Retrieve your heart from the grave of your desire.
Your heart won’t receive any other visit.
Wash you body with the blood of your eyes
Your body shall have no other cleansing.
Both worlds are filled with the Friend, and yet
there’s no indication of Her Venus.
As She plundered the hearts of Her devotees
a cry arose: ‘This isn’t the place for pillage!’
Give up your body for this task, O Attar
because our vocation bears no malice.
Attar, Fifty Poems of Attar, no. 18
