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If self with knowledge strong becomes, Gabriel it can envious make:
If fortified with passion great, like trump of Israfil can shake. |
The scourge of present science and thought, to me, no doubt, is fully known,
Like Abraham, the Friend of God, in its flame I have been thrown. |
The caravan in quest of goal by charm of lodge is led astray,
Though never can the ease of lodge be same as joy to be on way. |
If seeing eye you do not own, among my listeners do not pause,
For subtle points about the self, like sword, deep yawning wounds can cause. |
Still to mind I can recall, in Europe what I learnt by heart:
But can the veil of Reason match with joy that Presence can import. |
From caravan you are adrift, and night has donned a mantle black:
For you my song that burns as flame, like a torch, can light the track. |
The tale of the Holy Shrine, if told, is simple, strange and red in hue:
With Ismail the tale begins ends with Husain, the martyr true. |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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