This Will Not Win Him

Reason says,

I will win him with my eloquence.

Love says,

I will win him with my silence.

Soul says,

How can I ever win him

When all I have is already his?

He does not want, he does not worry,

He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria -

How then can I win him

With sweet wine or gold? 

He is not bound by the senses -

How then can I win him

With all the riches of China?

He is an angel,

Though he appears in the form of a man.

Even angels cannot fly in his presence -

How then can I win him

By assuming a heavenly form?

He flies on the wings of God,

His food is pure light -

How then can I win him

With a loaf of baked bread?

He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman -

How then can I win him

With a plan of great profit?

He is not blind, nor easily fooled -

How then can I win him

By lying in bed as if gravely ill?

I will go mad, pull out my hair,

Grind my face in the dirt -

How will this win him?

He sees everything -

how can I ever fool him?

He is not a seeker of fame,

A prince addicted to the praise of poets -

How then can I win him

With flowing rhymes and poetic verses?

The glory of his unseen form

Fills the whole universe

How then can I win him

With a mere promise of paradise?

I may cover the earth with roses,

I may fill the ocean with tears,

I may shake the heavens with praises -

none of this will win him.

There is only one way to win him,

this Beloved of mine -

Become his.