|When through the Love man conscious grows of respect self-awareness needs,|
Though in chains, he learns at once the regal mode and kingly deeds.
|Like Rumi, Attar, Ghazzali and Razi, one may be mystic great or wise,|
But none can reach his goal and aim without the help of morning sighs.
|No need for leaders sage and great to lose all hope of Muslim true:|
Though amiss this pilgrim be, yet can burn on fire like rue.
|O Bird, that yearn to merge with God, you must keep this truth in sight,|
To suffer death is nobler far than bread that clogs your upward flight.
|A person poor and destitute, who walks in steps of God’s Lion bold,|
Is more exalt’d than monarchs great: he spurns the worldly wealth and gold.
|Men bold and firm uphold the truth and let no fears assail their hearts:|
No doubt, the mighty Lions of God know no tricks and know no arts.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah