Ashiq

I am an Ashiq in spirit,
Conceived in Qadir's mystic hour
When the rivers cease their swirlings,
When the trees and grasses whisper,
When Elias haunts the pastures.
Once I drank from Sari's well
When in dreams I trod the planet,
Spoke to demons, nymphs, and serpents,
Rode the winds on lapis feathers,
Teased the seas into a fury,
Caught a phoenix with some verses.
Though Ashiqs are few in number,
We embrace our times with passion,
Beautify our narrow precincts,
Magnify unearthly aspects.