|Thy vision and thy hands are chained, earth-bound,|
Is it thy nature’s fault, or of the thought too high?
|The schoolmen have strangled thy nascent soul,|
And stifled the voice of passionate faith in thee.
|Absorb thyself in selfhood, seek the path of God,|
This is the only way for thee to find freedom.
|Ask an unclad dervish what the heart doth say,|
May God show thee thy place in the world of men.
|If bare-headed, have a towering will,|
The crown is not for thee, but for the eagle alone.
|When thou losest selfhood, thou losest power, too;|
Blame not the stars and fate for thy fall.
|Monasteries and schools left me sad and dejected,|
No life and no love; no vision and no knowledge.
Translated by: Naim Siddiqui