(Written in London)
|Thou art yet region-bound, transcend the limits of space;|
Transcend the narrow climes of the East and the West.
|For selfless deeds of men rewards are less mundane;|
Transcend the houris’ glances, the pure, celestial wine.
|Ravishing in its power is beauty in the West;|
Thou bird of paradise, resist this earthly trap.
|With a mountain-cleaving assault, bridging the East and West,|
Despise all defences, and become a sheathless sword.
|Thy imam is unabsorbed, thy prayer is uninspired,|
Forsake an imam like him, forsake a prayer like this.
Translated by: Naim Siddiqui