Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 23, 2009


by Meher Baba Huma (1894 – 1969).


There is mourning in the house
where yesterday there was celebration.
What can I say, friend,
of the ruin that was wrought?

Those who slept in luxury now lie in dust;                        5
the hard earth is their bed,
the brick their headrest.

It’s a torment to be denied union,
yet I cannot stop loving.
When there’s a storm within,                                         10
why chase after a hurricane?

Either give me death or give me unity,
this I beseech you, O Just One.
Man’s most difficult task is to be free of passion.
Huma is grateful to God                                                15
for releasing him from all desires.


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