Agony Of Love

You ask, my love, about my tears But don't you recognize the fears That agonize my heart? Were not your infidelity Torturing me so cruelly My sorrows would depart How can your lovers joyful be If practicing idolatry Is just like loving you? If this your real nature is What wounded heart can find release? What medicine will do? I sense, that you have turned aside I suffer from my rivals' pride I'm killed in either way, If one makes love to Plato's tune To me he'll always be Manjun Tomorrow as today No dog is subject to such pain I'm like a watchdog in your lane And yet I suffer still, A dog wants naught, RAHMAN wants you This single goal I must pursue Whatever be your will (Translated by Jens Enevoldsen, from the book The Nightingale of Peshawar: Selected Poems of Rehman Baba)