STROLLING IN THE CELESTIAL WORLD
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STROLLING IN THE CELESTIAL WORLD
As only imagination was my fellow‐traveler
My path happened to pass through the sky
I was flying constantly and no one
Was acquainted with me in the sky
The stars were staring at me in surprise
My journey was a well guarded secret
I escaped from the alternation of day and night
I escaped from this ancient order of things
What can I tell you what Paradise is
It is the climax of material longings
Birds were singing in the branches of Tubah
Unabashed Houri’s beauty was present all around
Beautiful cup‐bearers with wine‐cups in hand
The audience was crying drink more and more”
Far from the Paradise the eye observed
There was a dark house, cold and silent
Countenance of Qais and Layla’s material form
Were shoulder to shoulder with its darkness
It was so cold that being embarrassed by it
The Arctic Circle was concealing its face
When I inquired about its condition
The reply of the angel was strange
“This cold place is called Hell
It is deprived of fire and light
The heat of its flames which is borrowed
Terrifies the people seeking admonition
When the earth’s people come here
They bring their embers with them”
As only imagination was my fellow‐traveler
My path happened to pass through the sky
I was flying constantly and no one
Was acquainted with me in the sky
The stars were staring at me in surprise
My journey was a well guarded secret
I escaped from the alternation of day and night
I escaped from this ancient order of things
What can I tell you what Paradise is
It is the climax of material longings
Birds were singing in the branches of Tubah
Unabashed Houri’s beauty was present all around
Beautiful cup‐bearers with wine‐cups in hand
The audience was crying drink more and more”
Far from the Paradise the eye observed
There was a dark house, cold and silent
Countenance of Qais and Layla’s material form
Were shoulder to shoulder with its darkness
It was so cold that being embarrassed by it
The Arctic Circle was concealing its face
When I inquired about its condition
The reply of the angel was strange
“This cold place is called Hell
It is deprived of fire and light
The heat of its flames which is borrowed
Terrifies the people seeking admonition
When the earth’s people come here
They bring their embers with them”
