Agony of Life

by Rahman Baba

You ask, my love, about my tears
But don't you recognize the fears
That agonize my heart?
Were not your infidelty
Torturing me so cruelly

How can your lovers joyful be
If practicing idolatry
Is just like loving you?
If this your real nature is
What wounded heart can find release?
What medicine will do?

I sense, that you have turned aside
I suffer from my rivals' pride
I'm killed in either way,
If one makes love to Plato's tune
To me he'll always be Majnun
Tomorrow as today

No dog is subject to such pain
I'm like a watchdog in your lane
And yet I suffer still,
A dog wants naught, Rahman wants you
This single goal I must pursue
Whatever be your will

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No matter how fast i run or how far i go it wont escape me, pain, misery, emptiness.