6

Faith, like Abraham, sits down in the fire; To have faith is to be drawn into God and to be oneself. Listen, you captive of modern civilization, To lack faith is worse than slavery!

7

Arabian fervour has within it the Persian melodies, The hidden purpose of the Sanctuary is to unify all nations. Western thought is bereft of the idea of Oneness, Because the Western civilization has no Ka‘bah.

8

I wish someone saw how I play the flute— The breath is Indian, the tune Arabian! My vision has a taint of the Western style; I am a Ghaznavi by temper, but my fate is that of an Ayaz!

9

A restless heart throbs in every atom; It has its abode, alone, in a multitude; Impaled upon the wheel of days and nights, It remains unchained by the tyranny of time.

10

Thy vision is not lofty, ethereal, Thou dost not have the flight of a faith inspired; Thou mayest be of an eagle breed, no doubt, Thou dost not have those bold, piercing eyes.