The Agony of Love | The Wine of love

Bismillah.

Which one would you choose, the agony of love or the wine of love?

No, we are not being mushy (excessively sentimental) here. It's just about sweet desserts called "tourments d'amour" or the agony of love. Hahaha, that's what brought about this posting. (Gotcha!)

We saw on telly a couple of days ago, some women, wives of the fishermen on Les Saintes island near Guadeloupe, making yummy looking cakes with coconut filling, at little stalls along the beaches of that beautiful French island. The sweet cakes were traditionally made by the women while waiting for their husbands to come home. Yes, that's what they are called - the agony of love, tourments d'amour. Only women would understand such a thing, don't you think so?

Now on a more serious note, let's chew these lines of poetry by Imam Khomeini, called 'The Wine of Love'.

I am a hunter of taverns,

don't ask me about the Beloved.

I am dumb, so from the dumb,
and distracted don't ask for an oration.

I'm preoccupied with my own blindness and wretchedness,
So from the blind don't ask for sight and vision.
Your languid eyes have brought on my own languor,
So don't ask from one so smitten for aught
but delirious ravings.

Don't consort with a wandering dervish,
but if ever you do,
Never ask him about wisdom, philosophy, scripture,
or of the sayings of the Prophet.

I am drunk with the wine of Thy love,
so from such a drunkard
Don't ask for the sober counsel
of a man of the world.
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Credit: National Geographic & alislam.org

p/s Sorry, no sober counsel from this drunkard today!