Beloved

I have been pierced by the arrow of love –
  what shall I do? I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen to my ceaseless outpourings:
  night and day, I have no peace;
  I cannot live without my Beloved for even a moment.…
The fire of separation is unceasing –
  let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without my Beloved’s darshan? …
Oh, Bullah, I am in deep trouble –
  let someone come and help me.…

Love cares not for caste or creed;
  it is the opposite of orthodox religion.
The land of the Beloved lies across the river,
  yet waves of avarice have engulfed me.
The Master is holding the boat –
  why do you tarry, why this delay? …
The Beloved is right within you –
  whom do you search for outside?
Why are you deluded in bright daylight?
Come, Friend, come to my help.
_{Sain Bulleh Shah, in Voice of the Heart}