All I love is described by the fleeting light of sunset;
But the Sun rising in my heart is what I love best.
The world dies, and is forgotten time and time again,
But my love is always with me until the very end.
Her smile is all light that kisses me softly on the cheek,
That leads me through darkness to what I dearly seek.
Not this and not that is the constant chattering refrain,
But the beauty of my love cannot my desire restrain.
Now I cry, where has she gone, and where is she found?
All the world is nothing but shadow and shadow bound!
Love is all light that makes the Sun of my Meher to rise,
Rise O rise O Meher ’till all shadow burn in demise!
Darvish is sobbing in the darkness of his blinding tears;
When will the Light of his love forever remove his fears?
