The Agony And Ecstasy Of Divine Discontent

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips
In the shadows of passion I long for your love
Oh! Supreme Lover! Let me leave aside my worries
The flowers are blooming with the exultation of your Spirt.
By Allah! I long to escape the prison of my ego
And lose myself in the mountains and the desert.
These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
And feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.
I'm sick of mortal kings

I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand the sheikhs and mullahs roam
The dark alles of these towns not finding what they seek
You are the Essence of the Essence
The intoxication of love
I long to sing your praises but stand mut
With the agony of wishing in my heart.