Breath the submission

Wandered themes of subsistence; slicing my soul;
Naked light of dawn; peeping through my purpose,
I snapped the matters and got them ragged 

O my intellect; the hindrance of my path
I asked;

Know me the glances in my eyes?
Know me the poised wheeze in my soul?

The wrath! wine-drenched eyes startled me

Suffer me like Moses’s peasant boy and be amused to know

The light in your soul, elucidated be 
the bareness in your heart. Fulfilled be 

Ah! This sip of answer; annihilates the prisons for drunk

Stabbing those soaked eyes in my heart, he asked

If separation be miserable, invite Him
If desperation be dread, embrace Him

You! The fool of fools
Do not snoop to those who tell you otherwise?

Know your Love; be blessed of its own accord 
Know your longing; be not fetched by a learned

You! The reflection of divine

Know your devotion; ensue not by desiring.
Know your hunger; arise not by starving.

You! The wanderer of the path

Know! by the brooks, bathed you be
Know! by the rains, taken you be

Till then

Like a wingless grain of thrashed bran, glide the whirl;
And on the play of his flute, Breathe the submission