This I have learned and nothing more,
Time and fortune cannot be bought,
Nor the healing potions wrought,
But by the grace our mothers taught.
Most Merciful! Most Compassionate!
You are why the poet sings!
Your smallest measure exceeds the treasure
Of all the Persian kings.
O Darvish! Tis love, I swear by God,
Not pride, nor wealth, nor tears,
Nor any elixir made by man,
Can give you one more hour than your allotted span.
Joy is the wellspring,
Flowing with the blood to every body part,
Like a many tributaried river,
From the Source of all …The Loving Heart.
– Irving Karchmar, © July 2007