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When through the Love man conscious grows Of respect self-awareness needs, Though in chains, he learns at once The regal mode and kingly deeds.

Like Rumi, Attar, Ghazzali and Razi, One may be mystic great or wise, But none can reach his goal and aim Without the help of morning sighs.

No need for leaders sage and great To lose all hope of Muslim true: Though amiss this pilgrim be, Yet can burn on fire like rue.

O Bird, that yearn to merge with God, You must keep this truth in sight, To suffer death is nobler far Than bread that clogs your upward flight.

A person poor and destitute, Who walks in steps of God’s Lion bold, Is more exalt’d than monarchs great: He spurns the worldly wealth and gold.

Men bold and firm uphold the truth And let no fears assail their hearts: No doubt, the mighty Lions of God Know no tricks and know no arts.