Bayezid Bostami- From Kalidas
Bayezid Bostami-
A caring soul , a devoted one, for his mom,
since he was a child,
On a moonlit night, at midnight , mom woke up
and called, “O My son!
For my thirst unquenched, have thy grace to save me, your holy thee!” She said,
Before she relapsed , in a deep sleep ,
eyes closed
The young soul gazed around the room,
a room, where, only to be found a pitcher, empty, and barren,
An intrepid one, he, determined to be, a heroic effort,
to fetch water from the remotest fountain, alone
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