Life's Creative Forces: Rasa Shastra

When shall the Mocking world withhold its blame,
When shall men cease to darken thus my name,
Calling the love which is my pride, my shame?

The joy of love no heart can feel alone,
The fire of love at first unseen, unknown,
In flames of love from either side is blown.

O, Asif, tread thy pathway carefully
Across this difficult world; for canst thou see,
A further journey is awaiting thee.