|To Lover’s glowing fire and flame the mystic order has no claim:|
They don’t discourse or talk of aught save wonders by their elders wrought.
|Alas! The throne as well as the mat, alike are full of guile and craft:|
Both royal hall and Holy Shrine have lost their essence fine.
|The scrolls of Sufis and mullah may put them to shame on Judgment Day|
Before the Throne of Judge Supreme for being empty in extreme.
|How can this world or next contain the man not bound to one domain?|
The East or West is not his home, not tied to Syrian Land or Rome.
|Intoxication due to nightly wine, no doubt, by now, is one decline,|
But saki’s glance still pricks the heart, like a swift and piercing dart.
|My bitter notes with patience hark, that I utter in this park:|
Bear it in mind that passion too oft can work like elixir true.
|More dear and precious song replete with lightning’s dazzling flash and heat|
Than coffers full of yellow gold that mighty kings and chiefs do hold.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah