All the world longs for the Friend to appear,
all the world sighs to hold him close and dear.
All the lambent light playing on his pale face
the world longs to touch and kiss as pure grace.
All the world’s anguish longs for the caress
of his voice to sing the song of mercy and bliss.
All the world cries to be redeemed at last
by an ocean of love that drowns the past.
All the world is lost in vain and hopeless desire
to forget all but her red lips and curly hair.
A torrent of blood colors dawn’s aching sky
with the pain of longing to all but Meher die.
The Sun rises on a world held in its own embrace
as Darvish claps and claps to behold his rosy face.