Had life not urged, I might have been a Sufi
On star-dim nights beside a lily pool
Shriving the souls of those who crossed the desert,
Seeking the palm tree and the fountain cool.
Had life not urged, I might have been a seer
Foretelling destinies of distant lands,
If I had not been lured from quiet waters,
By desert winds and wide insistent sands.
Life was a typhoon wind that blew me guideless,
Life was a typhoon tide that swept me bare,
This much is left of all its rosy promise,
Sands, sands of time, eternities of air.
