Ishtiyaaq-e-shauq

De Simple Silence.

When the ardour of longing will have no limits

This glory will come in front of my eyes

What should I tell you, Oh my heart, what you will become by losing myself

There will be the Union of Truth between the slave and God

I heard that she spoke about a veil

I will be yours when you will be mine

Meher Baba, Nasik, 1929