|A monarch’s pomp and mighty arms can never give such glee,|
As can be felt in presence of a qalandar bold and free.
|The world is like an idol house, God’s Friend, a person free:|
No doubt, this subtle point is hid in words, No god but He.
|The world that you with effort make to you belongs alone:|
The world of brick and stone you see, you cannot call your own.
|The clay-made man is still among the vagrants on the road,|
Though man beyond the moon and stars can find his true abode.
|This news I have received from those who rule the sea and land,|
That Europe lies on course of flood ’Gainst which no one can stand.
|A world there is quite fresh and new in sighs at morn I have:|
Your portion seek within its tracts, thus goal and aim achieve.
|Count my gourd an immense gain, for pure and sparkling wine|
No more the seats of learning store nor sells the Sacred Shrine.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah