It reached a point where love has replaced life for sure 
Health caved in and wisdom shipwrecked ashore
Army of love marching the trampled battlefield of heart
The splendid dreams of Beloved entered the courtyard of life
Again I dulled the sharp blade of patience rusty and blunt
Did it really have the varnish of luck? (No!) Hence the rust
Its love fell into my life easy, lots of moans and screams
You might have said: Indeed an arrow landed on the silk
I was deceived by ‘yesterday’ that, “Khaqaani is one of us!”
Relying on these words, again how can I place my trust?
 Within the human being there is not
enough room for both
life and love! The man should choose between the two? There is no other
Once the man chooses love, in that precise moment, although the bodily
cognitive functions are continued, he desists from living. Although
enjoys the pleasures of life, no longer seeks them actively, if they
way is filled with gratitude if they are afar, he is filled with
 He means that he is gone beyond
being patient and his
endurance has gone beyond what he can bear.
 ‘Its’ refers to the Creator. In
spite of a lot of fake
sages and sheikhs and other false intellectuals, Khaqaani claims that
of Allah can easily conquer and engulf a man. Like an arrow ripping
silk, Creator’s love captures all fabrics of our existence.
 Read the book of your past, the
only book you really
meant to read. It is filled chapter after chapter with people and
offering most sincere promises of “trust me you are one of us” or
“trust me I
will be there for you” or “trust me don’t you know that I love you”.
yourself now, as did Khaqaani, that the only true promise of love and
is from the Creator, because It never breaks promises.
By Dara Shayda