A Conversation in Paradise
|Hatif said to me that in Paradise one day|
Sa’di of Shiraz addressed Hali in this way
|“O with the pearl of whose poetry’s sky-illuminating light|
The falcon became companion of moon and stars’ light!
|Relate to me what the story of the Indian Muslim is|
Is he lagging at the halt or busy in exertion is?
|Is some warmth of din left in his veins?|
The heat of whose call was once burning the sky”
|Hali was moved by the talk of the Shaikh|
He started weeping and saying, “O man of miracles!
|When the sky turned over the leaf of time|
The call came that respect was possible only with education!
|But this has produced wavering in fundamental beliefs|
Secular benefits were obtained, but din had been undermined
|Goals also become exalted if the din is preserved|
The youth’s nature is paralyzed and very low keyed
|Concordance among individuals is kept only with din|
Din is the plectrum if national congregation is the musical instrument
|If the foundation of the garden’s wall is shaken|
It is clearly the beginning of the garden’s end
|As the water of Zamzam was not available to it|
Some manner of atheism is appearing in the new progeny
|Do not talk of this in the audience of the Lord of Yathrib|
Lest Muslims of India consider that this is my back-biting”
|Dates cannot be obtained from the weeds we have sown|
Brocade cannot be obtained from the wool we have spun”
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil