OASIS

A traveller in the bleaky, desert land,
...Searched for something to refresh him
He made his weary way, on the sand
...And went upto an oasis brim.

He was quelled at that time alone
...And filling himself with ephemeral gay
And turned his face for a resting stone
...But his thirst compelled him another pay.

Surprisingly, was sent the torrestial rain
...By which though, fully drenched
Felt as if he was relieved of his pain
...That his monstrous thirst was quenched.

Only God can satisfy our needs
...And not the oasis, nor its content
His immeasurable grace rewards for our deeds
...Even by sending the rain, in the desert.

So the traveller travelling on this earth
...Should search for the eternal peace,
And seek for comfort after his death
...While he blends with the mighty seas.

Of people who were already assembled
...Shedding their human vanity
For a relief from the miseries, deep tangled
...And eternally pining for tranquility.

The resting stone is above the rain's origin
...And the oasis is its soothing comfort
It should be understood that is beyond the horizon
...To go there, this world we have to part.

-Sumazla.