What is the truth of my life?
The truth of my life is very bitter.
The being whom I prostrated before as God
That being in the guise of, disguise of God was someone else
That being of whose written fate I considered me as a slave
I found that writer of my fate – my enemy
That day of judgement, in the hope of which I traded my today
I found that promise of tomorrow – a fallacy.
The Being whose throne I searched in the heavens
When I saw I found that throne on the face of earth
That paradise that was told to be beneath the heavens
I found that paradise beneath the tresses of my beloved
Those decision of mortality or immortality, of paradise or hell…
I found those decisions not in the hands of God, but in my own hands…
Alas… had you known the truth – you were the real God.
Those were your hands that made you a mortal.
And those were your own hands that made you immortal.
Alas… you didn’t know – The Day of Judgment happens every Today.
The God of Love never pends anything for tomorrow.
If you need to understand just one point in your life, understand this:
Who is he who has
Deferred his every decision for tomorrow?
O’ The Most Sacred God of Love:
Ab mere deed ki dunya bhi tamashai hai
Now the whole is a witness to my misery
Tu ne kia mujh ko mohabbat main bana rakha hai?
What you have done to me in your love?
Love is Great.