This Moon and Sun the skies and stars lot.
Who know that this world would live or not.
The thought of Aim and Stays, my fictions same,
This life looks a journey sanz any aim.
Ah! the world kept not that monuments shine,
Of Mehmood and Ahmads miracles fine.
His death to knowledge a fall and decay,
A great wealth he was for caravans stay.
It moves me to weeping, the worlds cold ways,
At dawn to wail of birds, they think songs gay.
Say not, hid in patience, cure of friends grief,
Say not, patience solves the deaths crossword brief.
The beau is restive, but a stone is heart,
The love and patience thus are poles apart.
Ask me not whats the fleeting life and age,
Who knows tricks and charms of lifes beauty cage.
Who came from this dust, hid in dust again,
Is this death a short void? who knows the arcane?
To dust of path destined His visions taste,
The wisdom cant tell this purpose in haste.
The heart and eyes too wonders of this dust,
If not who knows then the height of man just.
No god save Allah is worlds moving soul,
In christ, the Cross and nail, what was the role?
For murder of longings who will compensate?
Who is the sinner and the ransom great?
If fastened in this tie no grief feels hence,
This heart is breaking the magics sense.
With selfs live the death a place for rest
With death the love makes its permanence test.
If self is alive thy sea has no shore,
To meet the restive Nil-o-Euphrates roar.
With dead self the breeze is like a grass,
If selfs live lie is king of whole mass.
If he takes from the eyes His Visions glance,
That void cant make up thousand Visions hence.
The place of Momin lies beyond the sky,
From Earth to seven stars Lots only lie.
See her lasting home with God, in trance,
No dusk in grave and Gods lustres hence.
The self conscious hearts who crossed this dust,
They broke the magic of Sun and Moon just.