Love’s Last Madness, revised edition Poem 17 - Poem 47 in Mata’e Nur and Poem 18 / 38 translated from Urdu poetry of Darshan Singh by Barry Lerner and Harbans Singh Bedi “till the end of the world I will cherish the memory of those on life’s journey who were kind to me” “my heart had the mettle to bear endless pain” “where can he find some moments of quiet and peace?” “Rope of his wisdom” “saucy breeze I kiss” Rumi Divan e Shams 304 665 mehrban Harishchandra Chaddha lockdown prison stay in place meditation morning breeze holy spirit
