THE BOOK OF HUMA

Plight of this path's travellers none in the world can know:
separation's agony, state of union, their question, answer.
In eyes of those remembering You night and day, virtue or
sin exist... those who with each breath seek Your pleasure?
Perfect Master, the dust at His feet like Himself makes:
then, in question's the answer; dream is a dream, no more.

Poems of Meher Baba

Translated by Paul Smith

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