Long the night waiting for the Sun to rise

Long the night waiting for the Sun to rise;
the heart longs to behold your flashing eyes.

Meher is the name that consoles the heart:
remembrance is our great avant-garde art!

Age after age we yearn to kiss your feet;
only in surrenderance are we complete.

You are the only One, the one true Friend:
there is no one else on whom we depend.

We lost our eyes in this heart of darkness-
but the pain of our singing is full of bliss.

The dawn will come when the rays of the Sun
will reveal to our sight the Ancient One.

Lord and Master, may your radiant face
shed on Darvish’s heart your lambent grace.

Print Friendly