Plato’s World of Forms vs. Ibn Arabi’s World of Imagination

Bachpan se jo dhundta tha wo aaj mila hai, Bachpan se jo tanhai thi wo aaj khatam hui hai.
Mujhe lagne laga tha mai bada ho gaya hoon,
aaj tmne mujhe phr se baccha banaya hai. Par ab ye baccha naa hi kuch dhundta hai aur naa hi tanha rhta hai
Ye to bs Pyar krta hai aur Khush rehta hai. Isko tum mil gai ho ab ye baccha jeeta hai. Tum Iske sath raho ya naa rho ye tmse pyar krega.
Tumne isko khushi di hai nafrat ye tmse kaise karega?
Naa hi tumhe paane ki laalach rkhta hai
Aur naa hi tmhe khone ka darr hai isko,
Ye to ab befikar jita hai jaise saara jahaan iska hai.
Chaand Taaro se baatein krta hai, sapne ko haqiqat aur haqiqat ko sapna samjhta hai. Kya kr diya hai tumne ke ab ye logon ke dil mein pyar bharta hai. Kya ho gya hai isko ke ye ab sab se pyar krta hai ?
Hawaaon mein jhoomta hai, baarish mein bheengta hai
Aur kehta hai hawaoon aur barish mein bhi tumhe hi dekhta hai.
Jahaan jaata hai isko lgta hai ke ye tmse hi milta hai.
Iski khushi dekh kr log apne ghum bhul jaate hain
kabhi kabhi wo bhi baarish mein bheengte hain aur hawaaon mein jhoom jaate hain.
Ye to koi pagal majnu lagta hai jo har jagah apni laila ko hi dekhta hai.
Shyad ye hi pyar hota hai, haan ye hi pyar hota hai.
Ye pyar mein rehta hai aur pyar mein jita hai.
Kashaf apne ehsaas tmhare liye aise hi likhta hai.