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A heart awake to man imparts Umar’s brains and Hyder’s manly parts If watchful heart a man may hold, His dross is changed to sterling gold.

Beget a heart alive and sound, For, if it be in slumber bound, You cannot strike a deadly blow, Nor even I can daring show.

If sense of smell be full and stunted, The musk-deer never can be hunted: If bereft of sense of smelling true, Surmise and guess can yield no clue.

My sighs no more I can withhold, When Muslims’ sloth I do behold: If Muslims do not mend their way, Magians their luck might steal away.

These simple thralls of Yours, O Lord, From every house and door are barred: For kings, no less the acolytes, Are fraudulent and hypocrites.

The freedom that this age does grant Does ever freedom’s essence want: Though freedom seems to outward sight, Yet is no less than prison tight.

O Lord of Yathrib! Cure provide For doubts that in my breast abide: My wisdom to the West is due, Girdled my faith like Brahman true.