|The schools bestow no grace of fancy fine,|
Cloisters impart no glow of Love Divine.
|The goal that Travellers seek is far and wide,|
Alas! There is no chief to lead and guide.
|No less than Khyber, the war of faith and land,|
But warrior like Ali is not at hand.
|Beyond the bounds of science for faithful thrall|
Is bliss of love and sight of God withal.
|The chief of tavern thinks that West has raised|
The house on shaking founds, whose walls are glazed.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah