Words Failed

Beloved, words failed,
And drained me, horrible silence.

One in my plight is never blamed,
As patience finds no place.

My soul, wracked by passion,
In its paradise, morning to sunset.

Beloved,

There is no doctor to cure your ailment,
If the doctor is your illness.

And who may settle your case,
If your judge be your adversary?

I awake bewildered, as I sleep,
And my tormentor is my beloved.

Beloved,

I leant back against the darkness,
In the night of longing, alien.

I shed countless tears,
From heartbreak heavily flow.

Tasted not the anguish of love,
Who say tears bring shame.

Beloved,

Begrudge me greetings,
Yet if my eyes you request, I grant.

Torturing one you love, a sin,
Oh if only with mercy you rewarded.

How benefits one who dies of thirst,
If after him rained heavily?