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Through Love the song of Life Begets its rhythmic flow:
From Love the shapes of clay Derive an endless glow. |
Love makes its way to all The pores in human flesh,
Like dewy wind of morn That makes the rose twig fresh. |
If man denies his God, On kings he has to fawn:
By trust in God, the kings To his door are drawn. |
Free heart lends kingly state, To belly death is due:
Decide which of the two Is better in your view. |
O Muslim, search your heart, Of mullah don’t ask it,
“The sacred House of God, The righteous why have quit?” |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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