In Memory of Those Who Melt the Soul Forever

(Photo by Arun Siva)

Their spring meadows

are desolate now. Still, desire

for them lives always

in our heart, never dying.

These are their ruins.

These are the tears

in memory of those

who melt the soul forever.

I called out, following after

love-dazed:

You so full with beauty,

I've nothing!

I rubbed my face in the dust,

laid low by the fever of love.

By the privilege of the right of desire for you

don't shatter the heart

Of a man drowned in his words,

burned alive

in sorrow.

Nothing can save him now.

You want a fire?

Take it easy. This passion

is incandescent. Touch it.

It will light your own.

- Ibn Arabi (أبن عربي),