|Reason is either luminous, or it seeks proofs;|
Proof-seeking reason is but an excess of wonder.
|Thine alone is what I possess in this handful of dust;|
And to keep it safe is beyond my power, O Lord!
|My songs of lament were all inspired by Thee;|
If they have reached the stars, it is no fault of mine.
|Art Thou pleased, O Lord, with man’s imperfection?|
Why repeat a flawed attempt, and make his shame eternal?
|The Western ways have tried to make me a renegade;|
But why are our mullahs a disgrace to Muslims?
|Fools think man is a bondman of destiny;|
But man has still the power to break the bonds of fate.
|Thou hast Thy pantheon, and I have mine, O Lord! |
Both have idols of dust; both have idols that die.
Translated by: Naim Siddiqui