A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient...
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Tejas no longer goes to the that other marketplace to work,
he only deals in the currency of God.
What will become of him no one knows since he has given up
all the ways of the Western world?
The treasure within him is recognized only by him or the
mad lovers of God.
In the company of fools he is seen as a fool, in the
company of saints he is seen as a saint, but he knows he is
simply THAT and cares not for such titles or rewards.
His little toddy shop is always open, he gives drinks away
for no charge.
There is only Allah's mercy spoken of there, no talk of
apocalypse, crusade or holy war.
Krishna, Ram and Jesus provide the spit for the ferment of
the brew, the Divine Mother herself keeps up with the pots
and kettles and wipes the glasses clean with her shawl.
Tejas no longer goes to work in that other marketplace he
deals only in the currency of God