Nothing Remains

in this whirligig of night and day, of the signs of my existence
nothing remains
no hope, nor a memory of one: of the instruments of pain,
nothing remains

not the touch of that velvet cheek, nor the fragrance of those
ruby lips
nor the loss of consciousness come midnight - of the dangers to life, nothing remains

before the night of separation, this heart, too was a garden
in spring
the tulips and roses have all withered away, of delight in the garden nothing remains

union with the beloved, a merciful glance, a cure for suffering -
none of these
in this heart wounded by the pain of love, of desire now
nothing remains

the manner of worship forgotten, the meaning of sincerity
un-remembered
of the signs of the moment of the beginning of love, Sifar
nothing remains