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The breath of Gabriel if God on me bestow,
I may in words express what Love has made me know. |
How can the stars foretell what future holds in store?
They roam perplex’d and mean in skies that have no shore. |
To fix one’s mind and gaze on goal is life, in fact:
To ego’s death to lead the thoughts that mind distract. |
How strange! The bliss of self having bestowed on me,
God mighty will that I beside myself should be. |
I neither like nor claim Plato’s thought or Croesus’ gold:
Clean conscience, lofty gaze and zeal is all I hold. |
By Holy Prophet’s Ascent this truth to me was taught,
Within the reach of man high heavens can be brought. |
The Life perhaps is still raw and incomplete:
Be and it becomes E’er doth a voice repeat. |
The West hath cast a spell on thine heart and mind:
In Rumi’s burning flame a cure for thyself find. |
Through his bounty great my vision shines and glows,
And mighty Oxus too in my pitcher flows. |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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