Your Love Has Made A Fool Of Me

Your love has made a fool of me.

Am I a wise fool, a sacred fool or just a fool?

From unlettered to lettered,

From ecstasy to sobriety,

Your love has made a fool of me.

Would it have been allowed to whirl in wild abandon for all my days,

Yet your love has made a fool of me.

I have left the tavern, drunk,

And having traded ecstasy for sobriety,

I take another journey now.

The pen is my Ruqs,

The words, my Sama.

I whirl a different way now,

Inwardly ecstatic, outwardly sober.

This world is a blank sheet,

What will I write?

What will I say?

All I know is your love has made a fool of me.