PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

(The thoughts develop gradually in these responses)



Omar Khayyam (1)



Awake! For morning in the bowl of night,

Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight,

And lo! The Hunter of the East has caught,

The sultan's turret in a noose of light.





Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (1)



Awake, all night, I was on my own,

Seeking my Beloved of great renown,

Everywhere, I searched the Milky Way,

Till the Hunter of the East rose and shone.



Omar Khayyam (2)



The worldly hope that men set their hearts upon,

Turns into ashes or anon,

Like a candle on the desert's dusty face,

Lighting for an hour or two, is gone.



Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (2)



No worldly hopes inside this heart now hover,

Materialism flickers inside this spiritual bower,

There's no desire left but to see the Beloved --

The longing for the Gardener -- by a withering flower.



Omar Khayyam (3)



There was a door to which I found no key,

There was a veil past which I could not see,

Some talk awhile of me and thee there seemed,

And then, no more of me and thee.



Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (3)



There were many doors that were opened to me,

I was taken to realms where none else could be,

The 'planet of fate' prostrated and bowed,

Then my Beloved, towards the truth, led me.



Omar Khayyam (4)



The moving finger writes and having writ,

Moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit,

Shall lure it to cancel half a line,

Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.



Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (4)



The Moving Finger held me as I floated in space,

Showing me the futility of this temporary place,

'Don't waste your time or shed tears here',

I was told:  'Seek naught but thy Beloved's Grace.'



(Copyright Muhammad Naveed Ahmed March 27, 2002)