|The way to renounce is To conquer the earth and heaven;|
The way to renounce is not To starve oneself to death.
|O cultists! I like not Your austere piety;|
Your piety is penury, Suffering and grief.
|A nation that has lost Taimur’s great heritage,|
Is unfit for piety, And is unfit to rule.
|If the sweet cup-bearer Listens not to me, it is good;|
When I say, “no more,” That will only bring me more.
|The Sufi and his peers Are all engrossed in a glimpse;|
They know not that concealment Is itself a vision.
|Bondage is freedom With favours from on high,|
And when favours are withheld, Even freedom is bondage.
|The West is a treasure-house For the reason’s quest;|
But for the heart it is A source of decay and death.
Translated by: Naim Siddiqui