These heartfelt words of longing for the Beloved are by the 14th century Kashmiri saint and poet Nuruddin Rishi. For more about him, see this post.
Alone am I –
I long to be with my Friend.
Every moment I want to be with Him.
Without my Friend,
flowers turn into thorns.
Wherever my Friend is,
there is my Mecca.
Translation Jaishree K. Odin
Dear Nawab, thank you for this translated poem, beautiful. I add one sentence here for mezelf, as I am trying to learn to be conscious of Him even in uneasy moments.
Thank you for your good work,
Many greetings from Ite van Til from the Netherlands.
Alone am I –
I long to be with my Friend.
Every moment I want to be with Him.
Without my Friend,
flowers turn into thorns.
With my Friend,
thorns turn into flowers.
Wherever my Friend is,
there is my Mecca.