26

He is the essence of the Space as well as the Placeless Realm— And Space is nothing but a figure of speech: How could Khizer tell, and what, If the fish were to ask, “Where is the water?”

27

At times, Love is a wanderer who has no home, And at times it is Noshervan, the King of Kings: At times it comes to the battlefield in full armor, And at times naked and weaponless.

28

Love, sometimes, is the solitude of Nature; It is, sometime, merrymaking and companyseeking: Sometime the legacy of the mosque and the pulpit, Sometime Lord Ali the Vanquisher of the Khyber!

29

Grant me the absorption of the souls of the past, And let me be of those who never grieve; The riddles of reason I have solved, but now, O Lord! Give me a life of ecstasy.

30

The subtle point that life would not end with the death of the body I learnt from Abul Hasan The sun, if it would hate its beam Will lose all its brilliance.