I used to yearn for God;
If I found Him, what then?
Day and night I shed tears;
If I laugh now, what then?
I was a ball rolling
On the holy men's field;
Now I am a bat on
The sultan's course, what then?
A bunch of red roses
At the sages' parley,
I bloomed, grew ripe and big;
If I wilted, what then?
Scholars and learned men
Found it in pious schools;
I found the vital truth
In the tavern, what then?
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Comments1Frankly, I was not wowed by this poem. Its religious undertones felt ambiguous and didn't draw me in. The transition from earnest seeking to casual indifference felt inauthentic, which made empathising with the narrator difficult. Overall, it lacked an emotional connection for me.