Embrace
When pain crosses its limits,
I too lose the strength to endure it.
When the heart turns into a garden of withered flowers,
And the blossoms there nearly die for lack of water,
Then your embrace feels like a shower of rain,
Even the dying flowers come alive again.
A Strange Similarity
There’s a strange similarity among almost all people on earth.
Those who hurt us the most are often our own.
And those who cause us the deepest pain,
Are also the ones we call our own.
In truth, we are hurt by our own,
And we hurt others, pretending to be their own.
The Bird Without a Nest
You came like a storm and shattered my nest,
Turning me into a bird without a home.
Now tell me, what’s the use of calling anymore?
Do birds without a nest ever return
To the same storm for shelter?
The storm that tore apart its own nest,
Carried me away, uprooted, to the far side of the river.
False Love
As colorful as our love once was,
Our separation was a thousand times more faded.
And we didn’t just witness our own separation,
We saw that love itself doesn’t exist in this world!
All loves are false,
And so are the vows of lovers.
Awaiting Better Days
Ask your Lord, Khubayb.
For I’ve heard He never sends anyone away empty-handed.
When you were crushed by sorrow,
When your heart shattered into pieces,
Like the glass of a window struck by a child’s cricket ball,
When you tried to say, “I’m human too,
I have a heart, I feel pain as well,”
They mocked you instead.
So tell your Lord,
To grant you better days as His answer.