Whats is in a name?
Whats in an idea?
If not a thought
That makes me stare.
Whats in this feeling,
Thats rents me apart?
Whats in this I see
That fills me with ire?
Whats with me?
I cant rest?
Whats that I see
In the sufi's lair?
Whats in words?
That stops me stare,
Whats in action
That reaches not there?
Whats in this heart,
that frets and rear?
When will rest come
to this soul in despair?
