why see the world thru eyes of mere desire?

High and low, the cancer of love's frail bond,

Whilst you do count your red carpets, o fine,

We lay on earth’s bare breast, on yonder frond,

Whilst you do count your cars, we wait in line.

Why see the world thru eyes of mere desire?

Grand castles and proud towers all shall fall,

Ah, virtues shall ascend through death’s cold fire.

Behold, my faith sees not the high nor low at all.

From such divisions strife and sorrow spring:

Fair women, driven mad, in the rivers leap,

Or choose the flames, or hang by sorrow’s string.

Heaven sends the guide, our hearts to keep.

In mercy’s grace, let the envy’s seeds be torn,

That love and peace may in each soul be born.

------Poet Affaq