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The poem muses over the idea that strong passion lingers on after death and the demise of the physical body. There is a firm belief in the survival of the soul here, but it brings no comfort to the speaker - if the soul is tormented in life and lives on, what relief can death bring? The speaker imagines their very essence parsed out into the universe and at one with the stars, but still sad and fading without the attention and love of the Beloved. All is meaningless except the state of consciousness itself, reaching ever towards the Beloved throughout life and beyond body, gender, time period, or even events of coupling - all Consciousness inevitably leads to isolated longing.
I can only image the slight figure of the poet, practically crushed by the large and magnificently twinkling stars of the desert, sitting alone while the camp or barracks quiet down for the night's sleep. There she sits, pondering such confusing and even frighteningly profound questions, in a similarly profound landscape.
Pondering such ideas, feeling the heaviness of one's soul, may become the essence of an inner loneliness that no human companionship can address.
"Pity the poet's eye, jaundiced with the Truth of Things."
“The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.” ― William Shakespeare.
NOTE: "Thoughts: Mahomed Akram" is recorded in the fourth section of India's Love Lyrics and
may be listened to here. This is a sneak preview, and will not be available on Librivox until the entire book has been recorded.