a poem by imam khomeini

LOVER'S RAPTURE

Oh That heart is no heart at all
Which loves thy fair face not
Oh that wise is no wise at all
Who craves not thy beauty spot

Oh for the heart - raptured lover
Papture's all that's in thy wine

For me save this rapture alone
What else has this life's confine

Who hath thrown me in this desert
It was love of thine, o my friend
What act now can rescue me
Nowhere seen is the desert's end

If thou art a heart - raptured lover
Put soon then thyself aside
'Twixt you and him there's none
But wall of your self- pride

If you are an traveller of lover's path
Shun prayer- carpet, cloak then
No guide's there but love alone
In love thyself soak then

If thou art real lover then
Be not mystic - pious prone
As none can enter lovers' ring
But the lovers' group alone

I wish to play with his ringleted hair
What's bad in that what's vile
One mad touch and one wild stroke
What else can give love imbecile

Get hold of my arm and set free
My soul from this robe cant
As this robe is nothing else
But the refuge of ignorant

Knowledge, mysticism leave them aside
They lead not to the wine - house
As in the place where lovers reside
Falsehood cannot find spouse