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57. |
The cloisters, once the rearing place of daring men and royal breed,
Alas! Now nothing else impart— to foxy ways they pay much heed. |
The chiefs who lead the caravan train, of that virtue quite are blank,
Which is found in shepherd’s task and leads to Moses’ noble rank. |
How can the birds with voices sweet the thrilling joy of song attain?
Alas! The birds in hostile mead cannot their breath for long sustain. |
One type of rapture and surprise is darkness deep and pitch complete;
The other rapture and surprise with love and knowledge is replete. |
My thoughts sublime that soar aloft, like the flash of lightning, show the way;
Lest travellers in the dark of night should miss the track and go astray. |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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