|Through Love the song of Life Begets its rhythmic flow:|
From Love the shapes of clay Derive an endless glow.
|Love makes its way to all The pores in human flesh,|
Like dewy wind of morn That makes the rose twig fresh.
|If man denies his God, On kings he has to fawn: |
By trust in God, the kings To his door are drawn.
|Free heart lends kingly state, To belly death is due:|
Decide which of the two Is better in your view.
|O Muslim, search your heart, Of mullah don’t ask it,|
“The sacred House of God, The righteous why have quit?”
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah