Tajalli (Crossing over Life)

i am not dead
yet, to the moon light
let me go

i am not dead

don’t knock out my eyes.
if my eyes are destined,
light in the air can tempt my destin,
and holy breath calls my ardor to hold me tight.

i am not dead
right now, walking through death
doesn’t make me dead.

i am running wild in the city of the dead,
so is my mind, so are my woods
prey to the nightingale and parrot,
dervish in the rich garden of love.

i am not dead

My lord! blow off your sway,
heal my absent wounds,
present by the Nile banks,
relieve my hunger for river gales,
and mountains calm.

i am not dead.
i am a spirit lingering before death,
dancing through ancient aeon life and afterlife,

in the human savannah, and animal mystic land.

 i am not dead.

i am a light memory, very olden,
crossing anthill stars,
being excessive in love,
ishq
with the wind, sema of the heart,
tajalli of the mind.

i am not dead.