Long-awaited Love

Bangladesh

To hunger, the world is but a slender thing;

To thirst, the seven seas are small; 

To love, life itself is trivial; 

Love knows no map. 

Hunger is an absolute truth;  

Thirst, an ultimate reality within the soul; 

Love—a stranger walking through one’s blood. Open the door of night and behold the home of sunlight,

Where the prayer of dawn smiles in silence; How many have truly touched the essence of love?

Like a shadow, I walk into a vibrant tavern; Desire chases after the glow. 

When the sun within the heart sets, the rose weeps; 

Love gathers beneath the tongue. 

Ah, love! Ah, art! 

An indecisive, incomplete shadow of fire; Intoxicated lips know not the address of liberation—

Only an attempt to embrace the love resting upon the saucer.

Two Roads and a Passionate Passerby 

A passerby has to complete a journey 

The journey may be short or long,

Good or bad;

Attractive or miserable;

There are two roads

But one should be left

And other should be selected

One road leads to heaven

Other leads to hell

Freedom is everywhere 

Which road should be taken

Choice depends on mentality 

If Allah guides he is blessed rightly

Whomever He leads astray he will be guardianless

The destination is one

The journey is one and fixed

It should be from the darkness to the light.

From the creation to the Creature

From the transitory to the permanent