The Recognition of a Qalandar

A Dervish bold proclaims with main and might My guidance take, tread path quite straight and right

Beyond your might and nerves my tumults lie, With caution great by qalandarʹs dwelling hie!

The help of skiff and guide I do not need, If you are swollen brook, come down with speed!

Has not my takbir broke your charm? Revoke, if show of courage does not harm!

A dervish holds the reins of time like steed, He brings sun, stars and moon to book with speed!