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48. |
A monarch’s pomp and mighty arms can never give such glee,
As can be felt in presence of a qalandar bold and free. |
The world is like an idol house, God’s Friend, a person free:
No doubt, this subtle point is hid in words, No god but He. |
The world that you with effort make to you belongs alone:
The world of brick and stone you see, you cannot call your own. |
The clay-made man is still among the vagrants on the road,
Though man beyond the moon and stars can find his true abode. |
This news I have received from those who rule the sea and land,
That Europe lies on course of flood ’Gainst which no one can stand. |
A world there is quite fresh and new in sighs at morn I have:
Your portion seek within its tracts, thus goal and aim achieve. |
Count my gourd an immense gain, for pure and sparkling wine
No more the seats of learning store nor sells the Sacred Shrine. |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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