A madman doesn't need to wander
in jungles and desert sand
he carries the raving madness
within his chest, within himself

his shirt torn, his heart ripped
his eyes shedding tears of blood
his repute lost, his senses gone
he stands there proclaiming to be God

such is the ecstasy of true love
such a state of a lover can be
he wanders seven heavens within a glimpse
and puts the universe under his feet

© Ali Ashraf