In the purple hours of the dawn :-
“Oh! It is time for dawn and my Love, Lord of my soul, the breath of my existence will soon show his bright red face to me. How am I to greet Him? I am mute and dumb and I know not any hymns to praise Him. It is already purple in the East and lo! Behold how enchantingly he colours the barren blue sky with his glorious arms full of love! How he changes purple into Orange red and Orange red into Gold and it seems he is announcing his mission to change the black hearts unto the purpleness of God’s thoughts, then unto the Orange red of a bleeding hearing and finally unto the Golden white flame of God to fill in. Yes! The golden beams are coming through now! But why these tears of mine? Won’t he laugh at me if he beheld my tears of the night? I must wipe them as he sees and I should be laughing as he sees me –
In the scorching hours of the moon:-
“Oh! My beloved! What have I done to thee! Why are you scorching me with thy anger? Thy heat is burning out the tears that I hid deep in my heart for the night that is going to come soon! If you dry them how can I weep? Ofcourse I should not hold back from Thee anything and don’t you see I am not even beholding my life for myself! I ask myself something my Love; Why should I keep even these tears without offering them too? But I can’t offer them! My tears are more scorching than Thee and Thou wilt evaporate if my tear touches Thee. Oh! Forgive
my vain babbling dear! Oops! My shadow is again leaning towards the East my Love!
At Sunset:-
(Beholding the west) Another day is gone. The purpleness is now gone from the west and until it appears in the morn again, darkness and tears will be my lot. How cruel is my love? From dawn to dusk I keep my face glued on him yet He never gives me satisfaction lest with the first sigh of satisfaction departs my love! But how can my yearning stop? Though my heart be small it can contain worlds and thought my core be blank it can whitest if He wishes to light it. My eyelids are closing again and in the hope- that is my breath – Adieu my beloved! Fourth night –
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