Unity of God

The subtle point in Godʹs Oneness hid With ease in words we can explain; But what about your mind unsound That brims with myths and idols vain?

The Elder of the Shrine has traits That smack of juristʹs faith and creed: Much thirst for view ‘No god but He,’ Among his fellows cannot breed.

None can appraise the glee one gets, When war is on ’twixt good and bad: He who canʹt inflict deadly blows And strokes in war is never glad.

Observations made by free born men In world with marvels so replete; To those who own the glance of thralls None can such wonders ʹfore them repeat.

A dervish holds a loftier rank Than a monarch who wears a crown; There is no cure for such a man, Who, like paupers, has sunk down.