The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair,
With nothing but his message of divine love to declare.
Baba’s John was the aged fakir with bright rosy cheek;
She gave him the kiss that tore away his veil, so to speak.
Merwan was drowned in the ocean of such infinite bliss,
He would bang his head on stone to regain gross consciousness.
He would wrap his bruised head with a turban for a bandage,
To conceal the agony that he was now Love’s hostage.
His dinner he would take to his room and hide in a drawer,
Until his quick mother Shireen found it with an uproar!
The Yogi-King wrapped in a burlap rag threw the Vajra
That bestowed the Knowledge of his fate as Avatara.
Yes, Darvish sings his ghazal of joy on this Christmas morn:
The Ancient One with long curly hair has again been born!
