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52. |
Over the tussle of heart and head
Rumi has won and Rizi fled. |
Still bowl of Jamshid is alive,
Without guile kingship cannot thrive. |
Both you and I aren’t Muslims true,
Though we say the prayers due. |
I know the end of wrangle well
Where mullahs at each other yell. |
Turkish and Arabic both are sweet,
For talk of Love all tongues are meet. |
The breed of Azar idols make,
But Friends of God these idols break. |
You are alive and live for aye
The rest is all a play with clay. |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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