|Knowledge and reason work in manner strange, |
In case of Love ’gainst heart and sight they range.
|The end of Muslim folk I know full well,|
On theoretic points their preachers dwell.
|Though bird of mead hovers my lodge around,|
Yet has no share of my melodious sound.
|The Turks, I hear, between the lines can read,|
Who can this verse so odd convey with speed?
|"You take the West for neighbour sweet and dear,|
Though Stars to land of yours are close and near."
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah