Your touch doesn’t melt me
But am immolated by the inferno within;
I don’t melt but soar like ashes in a conflagration
Maybe await resurrection in the cosmic emptiness.
Sin is the dawn of virtue
And thus, I sin in silence, in the tera incognita of the mind
Shrouded in heavenly perfume and kissed by the celestial sandalwood.
I gaze at the full moon
With the rage of a demigod
Who has witnessed, understood and immersed
In the Inferno of Hell, the halo of Paradise
And the decadence of the mundane
And with that fury
In the backdrop of purgatorial fire and star spangled twilight
I devour the cosmos-
The planets, the stars and the full moon.
I gaze at the tidal waves of the fathomless sea
And dive deep not in lust
But with the sublime longing to love and be loved.
What a celestial craft is man
Who rises from the mire to the divine
Where God frolics
Like the innocent, crawling man child.
In the solitary confinement
Of the murky terrain of the mind
I become god of the gods
With the sparkle of the divine.
I fade away in an eternal solitude
Free from human bondage
And the mundane dictums of sin and virtue
Exploring the within and without
Of the terra of sans birth, sans death, sans resurrection.
Dances the danseuse of the soul
Her tinkling ankle bell
Jingles the symphony of the beyond.
Then with a perpetual embrace
That both slays and begets
I peddle her in the sans frontier
Dimension of eternity
To commit the primal sin and to be a sinner
Only to be a saint.
English translation: Khaled Sharif Arefeen.
