Lost

I have been tricked by flying too close to what I thought I loved.
Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled,
and the lovers have withdrawn somewhere beyond my squinting.
The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost.
My prayers becomes bitter and all about blindness.
How wonderful it was to be for a while with those who surrender.
Others only turn their faces on way, then another, like pigeon in flight.
I have known pigeons who fly in nowhere,
and birds that eat grainlessness,
and tailor who sew beautiful clothes by tearing them to pieces.
The Masnawi - Volume V.346-53 - Coleman Barks

ArtWork : Sermed Berktav