"LOVE
Love hath its head on its own palm
face of love is veiled
Love's hands are tied with iron chains,
feet of love are nailed.
Eyes of the love are never dry,
love speaks only through tears.
Ears of love are so keen,
that it voice from the distance hears.
Voice of love is silent,
yet far-reaching is love's cry.
Love hath no question nor answer,
love is expressed in deep sigh.
Ways of love are mysterious,
though love hath mind of a child.
Love's heart is full of tenderness,
and love's expression is mild;
Ideal alone is love's deity
Constant yearning its life
Love is not concerned with life or death,
Love stands firm through all strife.
Beauty is love's only object,
its inspirer, its all.
Love is all power that there is,
angels attend love's call.
Love is itself its own medicine
Love all its own wounds heals.
No one can ever imagine,
pain that lover's heart feels.
Path of the love is thorny,
which leads in the end to bliss,
Hope is the staff that love holds in hand,
love's one desire is a kiss."
-Inayat Khan
- Inayat Khan"
https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/say/nirtan_alankaras.htm