Poems by S. L. Peeran
He feels sad, with people
Surrounding, craving for favors
Relating tales of woes, of pathos
And grief. He is adulated as being
A savior, a Saint, a Redeemer.
He is aware of the weaknesses of a being.
The fear of wrath of the Divine drives him
To be in the midst of his creatures,
Who look up to miracles
From purified souls. He radiates
The effulgence of the sun, the
Brilliance of the Moon, the calmness
And depth of the ocean, the fragrance
Of a Rose. The ecstasy of
Communion with the Divine,
Has released him from human
Bondage & sufferings of the soul.
From the depth of his heart, he
Calls out, “Allah Malik”,
Have mercy on your beings
The sorrows of the blind world afflict me,
Drowning me in an ocean of deep pathos.
Blood of humans’ flows like a stream of water;
Cries of pain and anguish rend the still air,
Like dust of storm, sins of man rise upwards.
The wondrous blue sky is darkened with grief,
The holiness and aura of man is damned,
Stars no longer twinkle to charm one’s eye.
The Sun and Moon lie eclipsed to mourn the loss
Of God’s creation, destroyed by selfish man.
Oh! If only I could dream of Thee
And see Thy beauty and effulgence,
Thy charm, Thy benign look, Thy smile,
To relieve me of my pain and anguish,
My despondency and perplexity,
That has left my life so shattered!
O sweet one; O Thou deliverer
From all miseries and calamities!
O Thou most compassionate one,
O haven of peace and tranquility!
Bless me, enlighten my dark soul,
Redeem me from all vicissitudes,
Guide me to a life of bliss,
Of solace and contentment.
I have heard, O Eternal Lord,
Thou showiest Thy choicest blessings
Upon all Thy chosen ones
Let me, then, be one of them.