|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