Laila and the Khalifa
The Khalifa said to Laila, “Art thou really she
For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted?
Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones.”
She replied, “Be silent; thou art not Majnun!”
If thou hadst Majnun’s eyes,
The two worlds would be within thy view.
Thou art in thy senses, but Majnun is beside himself.
In love to be wide awake is treason.
The more a man is awake, the more he sleeps (to love);
His (critical) wakefulness is worse than slumbering.
Our wakefulness fetters our spirits,
Then our souls are a prey to divers whims,
Thoughts of loss and gain and fears of misery.
They retain not purity, nor dignity, nor lustre,
Nor aspiration to soar heavenwards.
That one is really sleeping who hankers after each whim
And holds parley with each fancy.
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