Contemplation
O my God,
These phrases that you’ve got draped,
Are in no way the essence
Of the content material of my soul.
You, who transcends all boundaries,
Within the ocean of your attributes,
Countless is the expanse of the universe… infinite.
And the confines of my life are such
That life has simply barely brushed previous.
A wave on the floor of the water,
A contact of the breeze,
On this transient second of blinking a watch,
How can familiarity even be potential?
For each transient second within the door of mysteries
Invitations many new worlds
To the feast of understanding the letters.
The following stations of your phrases
Maintain 1000’s of layered estates,
Whereas my notion
Can’t even compose
The truths of what’s very close to, not to mention far-off.
Aslam Murad
The poem is initially written in Urdu, please click on right here for the Urdu Poem