The awakener of eternal spring is here;
Our frozen feeling is flowing- we have no fear.
Long have we longed for the return of your bright light;
We cry out for that day the heart receives your sight!
Our blindness has been an awful lonstanding curse;
We have been sightseeing from a dark windowless hearse!
Have mercy on our willful infidelity-
release us from our serial stupidity!
That we can’t see you is hardly our special blame;
Life is all darkness unless you ignite your name.
Meher is light and means the compassionate sun;
By the grace of the master we see him alone!
Darvish’s heart is a garden of red roses,
fed by the sweet spring of the beloved’s waters.
