This night and again lain incurably sleepless upon the bedding of
amnesia’s briers, the thorns’ sting, each enunciate distinctively the
timeless pain of a gashed wound, yet precisely bleeds not through my
skin however tears through my vapid eyes, as I the arrogant sultan of
negligence, measuring the comatose passage of the night by the dripping
of my tears, each moment nothing but the immemorial longing for That
Face whom my eyes thirstily remember though my mind eagerly forgot.
This night lain unfulfilled upon the dunes of Amnesia, I make love to
the sahara of desires and she begets the bastard child of barrenness,
my runny irises her only oasis, the spring of my pupils gushing with
vacuous darkness, my eyelashes sieve the torrents of the tears for that
one priceless nugget of Divine Remembrance (Dhikr).
This night lain exhausted underneath the atmosphere of my emotions,
staring at the bestarred sky of my desires dreaming about the eternal
repose of that capricious moment when I remember Your Face and while
the fallen stars streak down my sullen face the seed of a preexistent
tree planted and thunderless clouds of Mahab-bat
drizzle love while the sprouting seed of Remembrance
roots within the earth of Qadim, branches stretched within the skies of
Azal and blooms the blossoms of light. 
This night and again lain breathless swaddled ‘I’ up in silken bandage
of the future and mummified my immovable Self within the sarcophagus of
the past, and instantly the bandits of amnesia rubbed the treasures of
the pyramid of the Present. Crushed underneath their hurried stampede
the porcelain jars filled with my heart & soul and the fatalistic
drummer keeps the amnesia’s tempo beaten upon my hollow torso aloud. 
is Divine Love, Qadim is preexistent time immemorial or way before when
there was no passage of time and Azal is Sempiternity a causeless
eternity with no beginning. Clouds raining love is from Kharqani.
 Fatalistic drummer from TS Elliot.
2005-2002, Dara O. Shayda