I Used To Yearn For God


I used to yearn for God;
If I found Him, what then?
Day and night I shed tears;
If I laugh now, what then?

I was a ball rolling
On the holy men’s field;
Now I am a bat on
The sultan’s course, what then?

A bunch of red roses
At the sages’ parley,
I bloomed, grew ripe and big;
If I wilted, what then?

Scholars and learned men
Found it in pious schools;
I found the vital truth
In the tavern, what then?

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