To Humanity

(1)

O bearer come and serve the old wine, Which gives an old man the youth’s new shine.

Give me a sweet tone, that by my breath own, Like torch I may lit up my flute’s gay tone.

Leave thy solitude cell for a while please, Ope thy bosom thus from the morning breeze.

For a tempo to world’s hustle and thrill, Raise thy tune and tone to song bird’s trill.

(2)

With times came unrest which passed so quick, It reared great satans and passed so quick.

Many Baghdads were raped by tyrants greal, It levelled their graves and passed like spate.

Those who had fears for the future days, They died yesterday before coming days.

Lucky are those whose dress of today, Is booming with success day by day.

(3)

Like nightingale you know not the groans and wails, You lack living soul in your set up frail.

This garden which gives the rose plucking right, You felt no pricks alas! for the thorns fright.

Come forward and learn the self seeing art, Learn the hard task and sufferings of heart.

If you wish clear vision of God the Great, Learn to see the self in a vivid state.

Give up the habit to weep on fate, Face the hard times with a courage great.

Dont you know that the water of a brook. When falls on stone, it gives a lovely look.

A gull said to shaver, nice witty thing, You cannot exist with the silken wing,

With a fondness great if you call Ya Hoo You can catch hawk’s head with a loving coo.

You had fallen then from a godly place, To courts of mean men you sought a close face.

Thou art a hawk, to self you cannot get, Until you are caught in thy self’s own net.

I hail that day when he turns to self’s bold, This is the faqr’s essence which makes him gold

The lasting life thus in certitude. lies, A thought when you follow the self then dies.

Like me you are too wrapped in a veil, You turn to self when that good day

I hail my fear of living takes, to Kufr’s camp hark! book’s knowledge leads to Kufr’s pitch dark.

A camel once said a nice word to foal, He’s lucky who knows to play his own role.

Learn from me a knack of desert tramps, To take thy own load from camps to camps.

(4)

I know many savants and gems of west, On being and non being they felt the same quest.

Bid me, tell to thee two words at least, To me please talk in accent of East.

Hark! O victim of wits of aliens few, For one heart you brought a score of griefs new.

Then Mullah’s views it was better to sit, With a self conscious sage with ego’s wit.

(5)

This being would last or just a passing show, The wise could not solve this knotty tie so.

He wrote a book though ‘on diving in sea’, To his heart’s sea ah! he could never see!

With battle axe smite the Bistoon Mountain, The time is short trust on sky too in vain.

Leave the wise men thus in their headaches own, Did the spark raised from the axe or from stone?

Keep the crave’s lamp burning ever in heart, Get the place where the uproars start.

Do not get lost in the world’s four nooks, Break the four nooks, and turn to self’s look.

O heart’s sea! no peace yet known to thee, The gloss of gems here, due to my glee.

O wave! thus guard thy own restive thrill, The noise of storms thus, due to thy will.

To both the worlds win with efforts and zeal, From thee never run for thy own self’s weal.

From light of past see the light of to day, To day you cant cut off from the last day.

You show us O Poppy! thy self’s own trace, And turned the hid mask of thy charming face.

I call you poppy when you show thy face, In branch what you looked? Where was thy trace?

(6)

A man weeps not from a grief or pains, No dust e’er falls, on his heart from strain.

(9)

The Ego is lucent from God’s light rays, A reach to self gets through out of reach ways

Its separation looks part of ‘wasl’ hence, And ‘wasl’ a part of separation trance.

When a nation gives up gossip’s course, From her dust then grows the longing’s force.

The self becomes sword from longing’s flow, Whose sharp edge cuts all stains of vain show.

From God’s own being, the ‘self’ got a ‘being’ so’ From God’s own show, to ‘self’ He gave a show.

About this shining pearl I know not where, It could be then without a river there.

The friendship of rose a heart likes when, To sweet dream tastes, he loves only, then.

It wakes up when he is conscious of I, When ruled by senses his Ego would die.

His parting’s prick in my tete a tete lies, To ope this tie get a glance of one’s eyes.

That pearl is hidden though in depths of sea, To pearls water yet we cannot call sea.

The dusty look I hold owes to His door, My rose and basil bloom from His down pour.

I know not my being, neither His Grace, Yet I’m in His hold and own embrace.

(10)
Copulsion and Option

I am quite certain that on the doomsday, To homes and castles in scale he would weigh.

Yet I cherish a feeling for that day, It would neither suit Him nor to my ‘clay’.

In city of Room a pontiff told me, A word of wisdom I like to tell thee.

Every nation makes her death’s own source, To thee the fate, to us the planning course.

(11)
Death

The death once said to God in this way, How shameless his eyes’ though made from clay.

When I take out his soul I feel a shame, He feels no shame, but, to die with bad name.

To king of six nooks give a lasting soul, Who holds the reins of the cosmos whole.

He is not ashamed of death’s disgrace, As he knows not yet life’s honour and grace.

(12)
Say unto Iblis

Say unto Iblis a message from me; How long (your) sweltering underneath a net.

To me this earthly abode doth not appeal, Since its morn is not with’t the prelude of an eve.

Until they raked the World out of Nothingness, Its inner self was cold and with’t (any) commotion.

With’t our soul, when was there any fervour? They created thee from our fire.

Separation brightened the vision of Eagerness; Separation surred the pursuant urge of Eagerness.

I know not the state of your circumstance; To me this (admixture of) water and earth made Aware of myself.

They drove thee from their Porte; They named thee wretched one and infidel and transgressor.

I’m fretful right from the morn of Eternity; Owing to that thorn which they planted within the heart.

Thou knowest my right and my wrong; The seed doth not grow from my bad tilth;

Thou didst not prostrate and out of compassion; Thou art owning countless sins on my part.

Come, let’s play the backgammon (nard) in a regal manner, (Let’s) melt the world all around (us).

With the spell of (our) skill, from its (mere) grass‐leaves, (Let’s) fashion out a Paradise this side of the Sky.

(13)
Satan Earthly and Satan Fiery

Corruption of the modern age is manifest; The Sky is ashamed of its ugliness.

Shouldst thou develop a taste for Vision, Two hundred Satans are at thy beck and call.

On every side are robbers of the eye and the ear; They are vehemently active in pillaging the heart,

Invaluable sin (is available) for just a farthing! B’cause these merchants are (such) cheap sellers.

O what a devil! His gait is chiastic; He blindeth thine eyes through sorcery.

I rank him as an impotent Devil, Since he catcheth a weak prey like thee.

O what a poisonous drink is it in his cup; It extracteth the soul while the body is unaware.

Thou see’st but the noose of the net visible; Not the net that’s within his seed.

Ever since Man hath fallen from his position, To the extent of firmness he has a scope.

The sin too becometh tasteless and cold, If thy Iblis is of earthly origin.

Don’t be thou a prey to the Satans of this age; Their flirtation is suitable for the degenerate alone.

To the virtuous ones, that Iblis is welcome Who hath viewed God and is a master of his art.

The rival of his blow is the Perfect Man; For he is descended from fire and hath a lofty position (illa).

Neither is every earthy being worthy of his lasso; For a weaker prey is prohibited unto him.

E’en though ‘tis far afield from the comprehension Of the abject ones; But this point must surely be told:

“With these new born Satans doth not contend, “The sinner who hath a nature proud.”