|A host of peril though you face, Yet your tongue with heart ally:|
From times antique and hoar Qalandars on this mode rely.
|Men congregate in numbers large In the mart where wine is sold,|
For polite and courteous seems The Head of Mart, the Magian Old.
|Though the points by Razi touched May be subtle and profound,|
Yet against infirm belief No cure in them is ever found.
|The disciple blind shed copious tears, Of sinful life he felt contrite.|
May God aid the shaykh as well To feel ashamed and do the right!
|Man is bound still hand and foot In chains by this talisman old,|
For idols of the age of past Still men within their armpits hold.
|Enough for me that I affirm With tongue alone my faith and creed:|
A thousand thanks for mullah’s claim That he with heart avows, indeed.
|As good as Muslim’s true belief, If blessed with Love, unfaith is eke:|
Bereft of Love a Muslim true Is no better than Zindiq.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah