Pl read this poem....
Riddle
By Gharib Nawaz
(1142? - 1236?)
English version by Peter Lamborn Wilson and Nasrollah Pourjavady
Lord,
whose face is this
reflected in spirit's mirror?
Such beauty painted
on the inner screen--
who is he?
Each atom
in all space
is filled...
Who transcends the galaxies,
shows himself in every molecule--
who is he?
Sun
in the costume
of various specks of dust
sparks forth various rays
of light at every moment--
who is he?
Outwardly
you appear in the meat
of our existence
but he who is hidden
in soul's marrow--
who is he?
In soul's fete
every now and again he sings
a new song, melodies of peace
touching the veils
of the people of the heart--
who is he?
He who manifests himself
upon himself
makes love to himself
in the name
of lovers--
who is he?
How many times, Mo'in
will you drag yourself and me
between us?
He, the goal of I and thou,
is there -- right there!
Who is he?
whose face is this
reflected in spirit's mirror?
Such beauty painted
on the inner screen--
who is he?
Each atom
in all space
is filled...
Who transcends the galaxies,
shows himself in every molecule--
who is he?
Sun
in the costume
of various specks of dust
sparks forth various rays
of light at every moment--
who is he?
Outwardly
you appear in the meat
of our existence
but he who is hidden
in soul's marrow--
who is he?
In soul's fete
every now and again he sings
a new song, melodies of peace
touching the veils
of the people of the heart--
who is he?
He who manifests himself
upon himself
makes love to himself
in the name
of lovers--
who is he?
How many times, Mo'in
will you drag yourself and me
between us?
He, the goal of I and thou,
is there -- right there!
Who is he?
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