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We circumambulate the wine‑cup like the wine’s ref lection
We are offering this prayer from morning till evening |
You are not singular in this O Kaleem
Trees and stones are also talking with God |
O Candle! Search for a new world, because here
We are enduring tyrannies of the incomplete Love |
O Companions! Silence in this garden is good
As the melodious ones are kept in cages here |
Those whose purpose is pleasure from wine
Are changing the lawful into the unlawful |
How can you and we reconcile, O preacher
As we are making the custom of Love universal! |
O God! What magic is concealed in the saints, clad in rags!
That they subdue the youth with a single glance |
I shudder at the pleasures of their assemblies
Who are getting fame by destroying their homes |
May the meadows of the motherland be ever flourishing
We are saluting you from the ship sailing away |
When those un-accustomed to prayers assemble for one, Iqbal
Calling me back from temple they make me their imam. |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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