Eternal Cup-bearer

As everyday performance Mr. Hasan went out for a morning walk in that day also. It was the time of dawn. He was walking inattentively. Even he didn't trace when he came near the river side. The river Vairab was streaming with murmuring sounds. The boats and launchs started their journies with passengers. Crossing over the river was started in the ferry. Black smokes began to emit from the chimnies of the brick-fields. Leaving apert the inertness and silence of the night the locality was gradually becoming busy.

Mr. Hasan sat on the roots of a banyan tree on the bank of the river. The roots were exposed due to water erosion. The time was in hightide. The tidal water was tumbling on the roots. Mr. Hasan’s vision was caught in the east-sky. He saw the scarlet morning sun was expressing ownself gradually. How beautiful the appearance was! Mr. Hansan became charmed. He thought that the sun was radiating golden rays on the earth unmiserly. It has no partiality. It used to radiate its rays evenly to all. It doesn't classify anything. If we become deprived of its light then it must be due to our faults. It's equal for all. Its rays’re just like nectar which revive everything of the earth. In the bar the cup-bearer’s cup ultimately becomes empty but the sun is such a eternal cup-bearer whose cup of nectar-rays never becomes empty. Just like the sun the Almighty is also may be considered allegorically as a holy, supreme and eternal cup-bearer whose cup of mercy remains everful and is continuously dispersing everywhere in the unvierse and never becomes empty.

Mr. Hasan's vision was reflected on the river water. The river-water was streaming uninterruptedly. The red fruits of the banyan tree which were droping off making sweet musical notes and creating innumerable bubbles which were floating for sometimes and marging back to the river water shortly after. They were again marging there where from their momentary existences were creating.The contemplative mind of Mr. Hasan was absorbed in an induction of incomprehensible thinking world. An unknown one said into his inner ears spiritually "Our lives are also just like those bubbles. We used to remain alive with our identites within the infinite existence of the Almighty for sometime and we again become merged into that infinite existence through our deaths. Mr. Hasan remembered well known quatrains of the famous persian poet Omar Khaium.

Oh, my Eternal Cup-bearer,

The nectar what you're pouring on the earth

Is blooming innumerable bubbles

In the eternal stream.

Millions of lives like thy and me

Are floating on that stream.

Someone comes and someone goes

But your cup remains ever full.

Mr. Hasan stood up to return home. He was walking in the street with a thoughtful mind. The sun rose up considerably in the meantime. Its tempered golden rays were dispersing light to the whole earth.