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22. |
The morning breeze has whispered to me a secret,
That those who know their selfhood, are equal to kings. |
Selfhood is the essence of thy life and honour,
Thou shalt rule with it, but without it be in disgrace. |
Thou hast not led my way, O man of wisdom!
But why, complain? Thou knowest not the way. |
Fakirs who know the wont and way of kings
Are as yet being trained in my literary circle.[1] |
Thy monastic cult is a strait and narrow path,
Which I like not, but thy freedom I respect. |
This world of inferior prey is meant to sharpen thy claws,
Thou art an eagle-hunter, but art a novice yet. |
Whether thou art in the East or West, thy faith
Is meaningless, unless thy heart affirms it. |
Translated by: Naim Siddiqui |
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