Jahane Rumi In search of the unsearchable: O, my soul! where would you find your house?

28Sep/072

I bow before the image of my Love

I bow before the image of my Love

No Muslim I
But an idolater
I bow before the image of my Love
And worship her
No Brahman I
My sacred thread
I cast away, for round my neck I wear
Her plaited hair instead

Princess Zebunnisa - (Divan-e-Makhfi)

From my published article

Note: the translation is not mine

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  1. Not wanting to belittle poetry as beautiful as this, I must admit that reading it brought John Donne’s poem to mind. The poem celebrates the undying love between two lovers whom even death will not be able to separate; the strand of her hair around his wrist will be found with his bones, still tied. Perhaps it was this striking image that made me think of the poem.


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