Vicissitudes of time,
Longing for the past,
Calm waves of profound oceans,
Set amidst chaotic patterns of raging storms,
Would destiny bless one with such a favour?
Is it running with time or against time?
What shauq does one possess?
To witness the jamal and jalal,
Beauty belongs to HIM, so does might.
The world belongs to HIM, whatever contingent or apparent,
Unaware of the existent, running behind illusions,
It's been long since reminders crossed the path,
But the mightiest of plans belong to HIM,
He knows,
He hears,
He sees,
He knows, just the right time.
He hears your thoughts before you think,
He sees your haal and never abandons,
For HIS is the glory in all unity.
To HIM belongs the beautiful names.
So it becomes incumbent to seek for HIM,
Surely, to HIM belongs the final return.
He who is beyond imagination or comparision.
