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THE TRUTH ABOUT TRUE LOVE
Yet again, yet again did my aching heart sigh,
As I remembered how Qais, the Majnoon, did cry!
It was as if doomsday had been trumpeted loud,
As I thought of your leaving me under a dark cloud.
The barrenness of the stark desert reminded me,
Of my lonely heart and house and her memory.
In my childhood I had once tried to throw a stone,
At a modern Majnoon when my head hit a rose!
The heartaches of true lovers this world can't share,
The agonies and ecstasies are for those who care:
The hearts and minds of those poor women and men,
Who have been 'killed' by the darts from Cupid's helm.
Ask the darkness of a still night... if you can,
It will reveal the truth of how it all began...
Or, if you have the nerve, stop a Majnoon,
But be prepared for the rant of a raving man.
