this is how we should love

Be Near Me
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz translated by Naomi Lazard
Be near me now, My tormenter, my love, be near me— At this hour when night comes down, When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, When it comes with cries of lamentation,                                              with laughter with songs; Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step. At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places, Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil For hands still enfolded in sleeves; When wine being poured makes the sound                                              of inconsolable children                       who, though you try with all your heart,                                              cannot be soothed. When whatever you want to do cannot be done, When nothing is of any use; —At this hour when night comes down, When night comes, dragging its long face,                                              dressed in mourning, Be with me, My tormenter, my love, be near me. Note: You may see it quite differently from me  but I take the "love" in this poem as none other than beloved, Allah. For me, this is a servant's cry at the depth of a night. Nevertheless, since poems are open fr interpretation, take it anyway you like. btw, happy new year!