ये दुनिया ये महफ़िल

This world, this congregation, these are not of my use or for my purpose.

Who would care to listen to the story of my restless heart? After all, I am diminishing into death. Some things that I wish to forget just refuse to be forgotten. And it is all useless, after all, what is the worth of a glorious funeral? It is nothing. 

I have no knowledge of where you are or what is happening with you. Some enemies are treated better than this. While those who search for God may find Him, I still await a glimpse of my beloved.

Being in the wilderness still gave me no peace of mind. Nothing can make me forget the sorrow that I feel within. My heart continues to long for a world that I cannot understand, a world of love. Now, after losing what was won, I am searching for that lost friend.

I feel like someone is shedding tears for me. How can I not go to them? Someone is calling me, how can I not go? Should I mend a broken heart or break all bonds? O mountain, open up a pathway, O thorns, stay behind me.