Young Lover
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O young lover! Present
Your pain of love to your beloved's heart,
O triumphant! Now conquer the world
With your mind's winning art.
Not equal to loving soul
A thousand Ka'ba or thousand mosque,
Why do you even seek Ka'ba
In lieu of your heart's kiosk.
To the heart that glows in rays of love -
Equal are all the divine places in vogue,
God's mosque, statued-temple
Christian church, or Jewish synagogue.
His name is immortal on the scroll of love;
It is written there with divine ray,
From his mind Hell's fear is gone,
In longing for Paradise, he doesn't spend the day.
[Original: Bengali, Translated by: Dr. Mohammad Omar Farooq]
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