Separation,You Are King

Let us speak of separation, Separation is king. A body that does not feel separation, Is dead body. We are all born in the house of separation, We are children of separation, We receive it, we swallow it, We are on this earth to bear it. In the temple of separation each one of us Burns like incense, Without separation every odor of life Would perish. From separation emerges This earth, this sky. From separation originates the sun And the days revolve. I was supremely fortunate that this separation from you, Attached itself to me. Without it I would have been just a piece of clay In an empty graveyard. Today all the world is mine And all the skies. Today every color sways In my courtyard. Why, my soul, like a woman, Do you long for union? Do different directions Ever meet? I must extract the very essence of fragrance, For I have been given the gift of separation, For the sake of this separation I would give up a hundred births. Let us speak of separation, Separation is king. A body that does not feel separation, Is dead body. [Translated from 'Birha Tu Sultan' by Suman Kashyap]