It is death for the nations to be cut off from the Centre;
When khudi maintains this connection, becomes powerful as God.
Faqr that complains of straitended circumstances,
Savours of begging-profession.
Even today the man of God can show the miracle
That can change a mountain into a mote!
O true believer! Where art thou?
Without your ecstasy, there is no joy in the struggle.
O Sun! Come out from behind the curtain of the East,
Adorn my hills with your purple-coloured rays. |
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