His Presence

At dawn and at dusk, Time somehow pauses:
We can feel more easier the Causer behind the causes.

Our every moment is marked, there is no chance thought.
At the moment of birth, our lives from us are bought.

Therefore, when Beloved shows His rosy cheek, be grateful!
For in tomorrow's heat only that memory will keep you wakeful.

Fall not into day's sleeping, but remember
His Kiss of the dawn and the dusk as a living ember,

That lightens your life with an inner glow until
He returns, again your trembling soul to thrill.

Worldly beloved, His reflections, eternally go by,
And the palm tree reflects His Beauty, and the sky.

How be unhappy when at dawn and dusk He keeps peeking
                                                                                through,
And when all through Love's night there are none but He and you?

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