Sonny dear,

Grieve not over words nor

vows

For they too can alluring be,

What ever the depth of heart

contains

Out of reach of words can it

be

Remember ye that I did

express

So much so easily

Though I have for thee

What could still perplex ye

Inexplicable

Could my ideas be

So catch their spirit

Oh! ye of generations new

One and all of ye!

Further gather ye

from this warmth of mine

As also from these looks

And brows of mine.

Although thy first lessons

Learnt did thee

Atop thy mothers lap,

Which did enable thee

To open the window of thy

mind!

Her breath made out of thee

The stroke of La illah

Is lasting;

Through its radiance

Strength, energy and power

all do flow

Ah! believers

And pay homage?

And at that too

To the un-believers too?

Believers and disloyal be

Believers and hypocrites be?

My! My!

What! Such believers?

Who their religions sell!

And their people too

For a trifle do thay sell!          

Persons such not only torch

All that their nations hold

dear

But also set aflame

Their very country dear!

The Muslims’ prayers

Once inspired were  By La

illah,

But no more hath they

The spirit

Nor the soul of Lah illah

Their submissions

To the Almighty

Had attractions

Once their very own.

Now their praying

Have lost all their frevour,

While their fasting

All their spirituality

From "Prophets

Not one but two,

The first one from Iran did

come

Who Haj did’nt approve

While the other from India

did come

Who Jihad did disapprove!

When thou doth Haj

But delete

And Jihad

Too ye forfeit,

From religious duties thine,

Then prayers and fasting too

Loose their meaning and their

soul

When prayers and fasts

Loose their philosophy, spirit

and soul,

The individual

Is upturned and unbalanced,

While the Society too

Is disconnected and uprooted

Self respect lost,

When no longer

Hearts

Are warmed by the Quran,

What good

Can ye expect

From such hearts and minds?

The Muslims

Have their

Self respect lost,

O! Khizar please do help

Before all is lost

Once our Saida (bowing),

To the Almightily

Caused the earth to quake,

Through which ye move.

Ye’ll feel

That reason has been

swallowed

By brutal beasts,

And hearts no longer

By love are warmed

The Muslims no longer

Are modest or discreet,

Influenced alone by glitter

Now are they!

The knowledge that they

gather now

Negates

Their arts and sciences

Economics and politics,

And more so their religion

too

They v’ plunged in to the in

mire

Of power, wealth and muck!

Asia that massive land

Of the rising sun

Has sunk so low

That it is hidden from itself.

Asians now borrow

Ideas of others

And have stopped.

Thinking for themselves.

While their ideas own

Now aren’t worth a pun!

The Asians life

In this world called old

Is caught

By the syndrome of the old

Can you imagine

By me!

Only in cups two!

Expressed have I ideas mine

In parlance such

That I could win

The applause of people mine

For its excellence.

Which ye shall see

As ye go along.           

But ye might yet

Not grasp its meaning,

For here have I used

The metaphor of the west.

The exotic songs that fleet

From the strings of my heart

Merge for thee all that is the

best

Both of the east and the west

Know do ye

The songs of the East

Out of contemplation spring,

While the songs of the West

Out of thoughts do sprout

I want ye to grasp

And inherit them both

For I am a stream

Whose thoughts flow from

both.

My divergence includes both

Individual disconnection

As  well as ecclesiastical

Connection.

The demands of the age

Our scholar’s instructions and

appeals

To flow deep into our hearts

To build a society

With roots deep and strong

See ye thus, how this

Has stolen our lives and souls

Of our inner most light,

Including the goodness of

nature ours,

And of what is wrong and

what is right

So much so that even

Roses worth name ours

Have stopped growing

On these boughs of ours!

And builders ours

Haven’t laid foundations

proper

Of mosques that are ours

Although thine fathers fore

Were far more daring

Than even the eagles,

Now youth ours

Are far more timid

Than even the ducklings.

If thy education gathers not

The warmth from the flame

of life.

How can thy heart receive the

fervor

And the absorption of

Knowledge new.

Thus see ye

How learning is a process.

Of the exposure of thy being,

And be very much brief in

thy speech

Which will cause thee

To be agile and alert,

Enabling thee

To amass and encompass

Far more knowledge and

insight

The clergy denounces

gainsayers

Of Almighty as unbelievers,

Where as I consider those

who disown

Them selves .as

Unbelievers.

Of them one is dubbed

impetuous

For denying existence

While the other one is labeled

Rash, biased and oblivious

Truthfulness should thy

resolve be

So break the chains of fear

And free thyself from the

phobia

Of the feudal and the lords

Leave not the hands of justice

Even if thou be

In a state

Of rage or tranquility

And hold on to this principle

Whether ye be drenched

In poverty or prosperity,

Even though

The law of Almighty

May not to thy liking be;

Do this remember

Crums and scums of the earth

Sustain vultures and crows,

While eagles draw

nourishment

Their’s from regions

Nearest the sun and the

Moon.

Religion pure and simple is to

Be honest in life

Upright and true in speech

Graceful in seclusion

Generous in assembly

And above all to be

Benevolent and upright.

Be firm in devotion thine to

the Almightily

And in matters such always an

angle be

Exist always to be with the

Almighty

If ye want to live in real

tranquility

I shall now unravel for thee

Religion in its heart, spirit and

soul

By telling thee the tale of the

life

And times of Sultan Muzzafar

Who peerless ever was

In his earnestness.

This Sultan loved his stallion

did

As he his own sonny would,

In times of war this Arab

Horse

Of his was as hardy

As his Lord.

A sharp agony in abdomen

his.

So the medic royal was called,

Who to the stable regal came

To remove the horse’s

distress,

But perforce had to administer

That forbidden drink

To remove the horse’s

Torment.

That saintly prince thereafter

Never bridled that beauty ever

Thus see ye how the approach

of the godly

Happens to be very much

Unlike that of ours.

My prayer to the Almighty

Is, that ye too be bestowed

With a vision veracious

And a kindly heart.

These are the possessions

Of a Muslim sincere

And a believer right earnest.

To pursue a religion true

Yell have to glow in its flame

Right from head to toe.

Initiation in a religion true

With a conduct becoming

Begins,

And with love does it end.

As in, hue and fragrance,

Is cast, the beauty of a rose.

By now ye ought to know,

So live up and mindful be

Of the high pedestal

Of the human being

In this universe

That’s both thine and mine!

Do remember

That the strength of a human

being

Is in proportion direct

To their reverence for

mankind;

To ‘attain destination such

Bind thy self firmly

In the bond of love and

Brotherhood.

Men and women of love

Who hold dear to their hearts

The commandments of the

Almighty;

Who emulate and hold near

To their hearts and souls

The role of Almighty Allah

their Lord;

Are kind and compassionate

Very much like their Lord

Both to the believers

And unbelievers alike.

Pray, permit both

Faith and doubt

A limitless place

In thy heart.

However if thy heart too

Experiences infirmity

Then pray to the Almighty

To help thee

In this calamity.

Affluence much to much

Arrogance does incubate,

It erases intellect,

And sparks of goodness.

In travels of mine or’ the

world

Around the globe and or’ the

years,

Seen have I pity none

In the eyes of the moneyed

They heedless of Almighty’s

Commandments remain

So unfortunately

Calamity is their claim.

Much do I adore those

Who like hermits do abide.

Now when the muslims have

lost

All their vigour trust and

belief,

Evaporated too has their

Fervor, elation and joy.

The learned ones too heed

The Quran no morel

And are enlightened

By it no more

The Sufi hermits

Do longer holy come,

But plunderers and ravenous

Now they v’ become.

Despite activities hectic

In religious schools of ours

The scholars of therein,

seldom do

On resources and ideas their

Very own.

Men of destiny who saintly

are

Like heavenly light they

descend on us,

Stimulus theirs is derived

From civilizations both of

East and West

In ignorance while we

languish

In this world of ours,

They administer, rule and

command

Both or’ our lives and times.

Who is the one who is akin?

To Abraham?

To Moses?

To Jesus?

To Gabriel?

And to the Quran?

He is Muhammad (SAS)!

Akin is Mohammad (SAS) to

the radiant sun,

Universe is he for the masses,

Who adore him

From the core of their hearts.

His shining brilliance and

wisdom

Emits warmth, compassion

and love.

Initially did he brandish us

Through the flame of his

radiance,

Guiding us to the august

pedestal

Nor disheartened be,

And cease not thy quest

For finding a person such

Even if ye have to brave

Hardships far too many!

If in thy endeavors ye do fail

To attract the fellowship of a

sage,

Then please do care to accept

blessings mine

With all the wisdom that I

carry

Of thy fathers fore both thine

and mine.

Cause Rumi thy mentor to be

Who’ll set ye on a course

That’ll amplify thee,

And may Almighty bless thee

With warmth, enthusiasm,

Love and mercy.

Know ye? that Rumi stands

out

In discriminating

The shallow form the deep

And unwavering Rumi is ever

In his mode of adoration of

The Alimghty.

Rumi’s inspiration true

Our minds did fail to seize,

Which slipped from our

hands

As a fish or a deer could.

Rumi’s physical prance

Did we adopt

While his spiritual dance

We forgot.

To understand the difference

Betwixt the Goldy and the

satanic,           

Know what is temporal

Know what is spiritual,

And above all,

What is service above self!

And further when

Ye detach thy self

From the selfish,

Then and only then thy soul

Shall have the ability

To dance by itself.

Oh! ye thou

Young friends of mine

Do this counsel of mine but

heed,

That worrying much

Leads to beliefs feeble and frail

Anxiety and adversity too it

incubates,

Which becomes the cause

main

Of senility in the youth.

Can ye comprehend that

Even the hermits of today

Have greedy become,

And that’s what’s made me a

And an ally

Of the unselfish and of

Those who govern and live

Thier lives own.

By now you can see

How ye can a cause

Of solace be,

For my restless

Spirit and soul

Whatever now than art,

While these sterling qualities

Of thine

Are only because

Our love tingled in thee.

It was she who infused in thee

That immortal spirit,

And through her ye

Understood the meaning

Real of La illah (The

Almighty)

Now come hither and gather

ye

The wisdom and elation

Of enjoying through me

The joy of vision,

While glowing

In the halo of Almighly

Now La illah

When ye often do recall

Do so from the depth of thy

heart,

So that thy body too

Could feel the warmth of thy

soul!

Even the sun and the moon

In the love of La illah

Do glow,

Seen have I this blaze

Or’ the mountains

And the grass too by it does

glow

La and Illah?

Are not words alone,

They are infect a sword

Whose cut ye cannot escape

No longer

Is there evidence

Of any divinity

In their universe

Their source of strength

Once was Almighty alone

Now hath they fallen

Into the depths of loving

Naught, but wealth alone

And in their hearts

Now they fear

Naught, but death alone

Gone is their love

Ardor and zest,

That once steeled

The love

That they had

In their faith

Their enthusiasm has faded

That rapture of their’s has

evaporated,

That joy too in them has

faded

Their energy go and gusto

Has all but evaporated

The Muslims’ religion real

Now only in the book

remains

While his body in the grave

remains

Influenced are some

Inversely by the so called

modernity,

Who unlearnt their religions

did

At whose behest

The heavens too did swirl

And casts its imprint

On the mountains too,

Who would evaporate

As ordained in the Quran

Like smoke

Ye ought to know

Prostration ours is nothing

now

But the bending of the head,

Or call it

The weakness of the aged

No longer hath our faith

In it the grandeur

Of God is Great !

Is it our fault?

Or our inherent defect?

Nay! Now instead

All of us

Move on our way

Own.

The Muslim now moves

Like a camel bridle less

Aimless and goalless.

The once

Standard bearers of Quran

Have lost their urge

For research!

Astonishing and astounding

isn’t it?

If the Almighty doth grant

thee

Insight and vision,

Scan the times

The world may moveth

Or may not moveth

But the Muslman now

Does not moveth

Infect have they now

Fallen a prey

To the talismans

Of the priests and the kings.

Who’ve’ crippled their

thoughts

And movements too;

That has further clipped

Their urge to soar

Higher and higher

Towards the unattainable.

Isn’t it shameful

That our reason, faith and

thought

Are now tied alone

To the western school of

thought

However, invaded have I

The castles of their thoughts.

That’s led my heart

To bleed from within,

But enabled has it me

To revolutionize

Her world from without.

In so few a words

Has this sage

Conveyed his thoughts

To the people of this age.

All the knowledge

Contained in oceans two,

Have been condensed

Are far more diverse,

That hath enabled me

To lay the foundation,

Of a phenomenon

Far more different

Although the youth

Of today thirsty remain,

Yet that goblet of theirs

empty remains,

Otherwise charming all of

them remain.

Yet some of them

Possess

A soul that’s dark.

Foresight have they none

Future theirs they can’t

perceive,

In conviction do they lack

Nothing in this world can

they discern.

When independence ye do

loose

Ego and spirit ye also loose

To top it all faith too do ye

loose.

Although the builders of

temples of learning ours

Use bricks and mortars of

mother earth,

Even then these scholars of

ours

Know not what

Aspirations and objectives are

really ours.

Then how can ye expect

For clarifies it, the cobwebs

That befogs the judgment of

a being.

Burn ye thy self

While passing through the fire

Of thoughts pure and chaste,

If ye really want to

discriminate

Betwixt right and wrong.

That could lead thee

Towards grasping the truth,

And attaining a vision

That is even beyond

The reach of reason.

Ample knowledge gathered

have ye

From literary compositions

Books and tutors a many,

Yet real insight can thou

Acquire through the

disposition

Of the-natures eye!

The wine of perception that

flowth

From these eyes of mine

Can exhilarate and invigorate

Thy Vision and foresight.

While each dawn bringth

Whiffs of thoughts a fresh

And blowth away ideas old,

Filing the inverted cup

On shoulders thine with ideas

new.

Another advice sonny dear

Is eat as little as is possible

Sleep as less as ye can

And circumvent it never.

In matters such

Let none else but logic

Rule thy heart.

Food for the human soul,

Is reminiscence infinite

Of ideas, logic and opinions;

While therapy for the cage

Of mortals

Is sans excesses carnal and

physical.

greater If thy body and soul aren’t

sound and pure,

Ye can’t attain sway

Neither in this life

Nor in the hereafter

Goals of movements

Be they of ideas or of journeys

Should in the direction

Forward move

Other wise why at all bother

to move.

Now look, the cruise of the

Moon.

Is limited to its orbit own,

It shall tarry

And one day shall it stop;

While the voyage of the

Humans

Is unbounded and infinite

Existence is non-existent

If the delight of the flight is

amiss,

And retreat discordant

With the nature of t he

Humankind.

My! My! what a horse

Steadfast and flawless

With a lineage that surpassed

Excellence all.

O! Men of reason

Do ye remember

That once upon a time,

Nothing dearer was

To a soldier’s heart

Than his holy book

His sword and his horse.

This giant of a horse

With the agility of a tiger

Sprang or’ hills, and dales,

While in combat his speed

Eclipsed the lightening

Of the skies.

Hemmed he in his stride

Rocks and boulders

Like a gusty blizzard would.

Many an uproar and

excitement

Did he embed in his rapid

Sprints, twists and turns,

Bedecked with his astounding

Appearances and

disappearances

Every now and then

Stone and rock and all

Would shudder and shatter

Under his powerful hoofs.

But alas one sad day,

This mighty and noble

creature

That Almighty did create,

Like a mortal had to endure

That the insolent and the

rude,

Command neither respect

Nor honour due!

When behold I! the youth

Displaying conduct

unbecoming

My life turns dark, dismal and

blue.

Resultantly,

Grief and torment intensifies,

In this heart of mine. again,

And then the teachings of

Mustafa

Come vividly to life

The truth of all truths

Is and remains,

That a woman’s security

With her consort lies

In this world of men

So wild and primitive,

While in the hereafter

Tranquility is all but hers!

The security of a man

Inversely lies in his ‘will own

To guard his self

From immorality and

Depravation.

Tis sinful and vile

To utter words evil and

immoral

About human kind

Forget not for both

The faithful and those devoid

Are Almighty’s creation too!

Ti’s a fact that heart too

Is bound by water and clay

As our globe too

Is bound by these elements

Two.

Though thou aristocratic be

Or bathe ye in affluence,

Leave not the apron string of

Education.

Remember the essence

Of this friar’s fervor for

learning

Lies in thy spirit and thy

frame,

Further this accord

Also is embedded

In thee by thy fathers fore

Through their blood, sweat

And intellect.

Look not for

For the spasms of thy soul

In this mortal and earth!

abode

Nor beg for honor or for

glory

From princes and the dirty

rich

Instead  look ye up to

Almighty Allah

For his blessings and rewards

.

Time and again it happens so

That persons of perception

Who are god-fearing too

Can turn inconsiderate an

Injudicious too

Through the smell of power

Wealth and fame.

Hold the cup of intellect.

While Muslims brains best

Are brain washed by the west,

Who effortless solutions seek

To problems intricate

And in the analysis final,

They only but lament.

Dispossessed are persons

Who Who easily are

ride,

For unenlightened are they,

the nature and essence of

Divinity.

Scarcely would ye find

Honesty and integrity

In and amongst the

aristocracy,

While whole hearted truism

Originates

In the masses by and large.

Discriminate ye thoughtfully

Betwixt the satanic and the

godly,

Search out a person godly,

And in his association

Do associate.

Societies have their Vultures

too

Who grab, seize and suck,

The walth, labour and ideas o’

others,

And that’s become

Their etiquette, culture, code

and conduct;

While who like eagles soar

Incubate and grow

For being elevated as

Almighty’s’ vicegerent.

By his fervor and warmth

Did he convert us,

From a soulless, spiritless,

pitiless

And a disorganized mass

Into a nation with a

throbbing heart

Horrified am I of the age

When thou were cast

Into this mortal world,

That’s sunk so deep in carnal

sensuality;

And insensible is it

Both to the soul and

Spirituality.

When spirit is lost so are souls

Resulting in soulless bodies a

many,

Then neither honesty nor

justice

These elements two

Can find a person nor a place

Wherein to lodge themselves,

Finally as they find a place no

better

So seek they shelter in their

Shells own.

The situation is so very

serious

Yell not be able to seek out

Persons who are honest to a

fault,

Even though they be

Around thee all the while.

So sonny dear abandon not

The physical dance causes

This mortal world to swirl

While the intellectual dance

causes,

The heavens to buoy

Up with joy.

With these tools two

Ye too can capture

Both the heavens and the

earth,

Thereby ye too could rule

Over both the worlds

Spiritual and temporal

Singly a person

By painstaking labour such

Can by means all

Moses’ elation achieve

While

Collectively a nation can

develop

And preside over a realm

That’s glorious, great and

Noble.

Soul’s dance is the disciplining

of the self

Ti’s an exercise of the

Intellect,

That can be achieved

By burning elements

That are ungodly.

The sustained glowing

Of the spirit in the flame of

love,

Plus trails and tribulations a

many

Prompt the dance of the soul.

Further sonny dear learn ye

So if ye

Master the dance

Of the spirit and the soul.

I shall tutor thee

In the religion of Mustapha

For the salvation

Of thy spirit

And thy soul

And shall pray

For the forgiveness

Of they soul

Even when I lie

In that grave of mine

THE END

A LITTLE PRAYER,

Now dear children of Islam

Named mostly after Mustapha

Though this be the end of this

Poem

It should be the beginning

Of thine lives anew.

(Sulman Zubair)