Poem of the week: Week Twelve.

The last one among the random poems is from the anthology Early Indian Poetry in English (1829-1947). It has been edited by Eunice de Souza, and I picked up this book from the NCPA store during the Mumbai LitFest.

In Bedlam
– Dhan Gopal Mukherji

They call me crazed, for I console the moon,
I know the hour when she began to weep –
It was when the poets were slain that night.
Lo, how they lie:
Those who were more restless than the sea
And more serene than the height-humbling eagle in his flight –
They are gone, gods and singers;
Only the moon remains,
Vainly carrying her silver lyre;
They call me crazed, for I console the moon.

***

Because poets still get slain and the moon still needs to be consoled time and again.

The Twenty-Third Rule of Love

As long as I knew myself, I would be all right. Whosoever knows himself, knows the one. The moon showered me with its warm glow. A light rain, as delicate as a silk scarf, began to fall on the town. I thanked God for this blessed moment and left myself in His hands. The fragility and brevity of life struck me once again, and I recalled another rule:

“Life is a temporary loan, and this world is nothing but a sketchy imitation of Reality. Only children would mistake a toy for a real thing. And yet human beings either become infatuated with the toy or disrespectfully break it and throw it aside. In this life stay away from all kinds of extremities, for they will destroy your inner balance. Sufis do not go to extremes. A Sufi always remains mild and moderate.   

 

The Ninth Rule of Love

Another one of my favourites. This rule is about what  patience really means. What I think it means is, being patient is hoping and believing that everything will turn out okay when the time is right. 

“Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to be farsighted enough to trust the end result of a process. What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be so shortsighted as to not be able to see the outcome. The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.”