بخش 2 - دل

The heart is a sea which likes no shore, A shark too shivers from his wave’s roar.

Like tempest which takes jungles of rubble, The whole sky’s worth, not alike his bubble.

My heart is a fire, a smoke my frame, My being’s harp burns with a constant flame.

From midnight prayers the heart gets a calm, Like mercuryclosed in aloe wood balm.

His help the world seeks like his slave own, Since he guarded self with saintly tone.

This is faqr and kingship which guards the heart, As sea guards pearls like a best work of art.

The Ego’s power he did not try, His hands and feet too opened no tie.

The wisdom to man is sometimes a chain, If he had no heartto check and restrain.

You say the heart is the Khak and Khoon, A work of magic of Kaf and Noon.

My heart is though in the bosom of mine, It is yet beyond the pale of world thine.

The world of Sun and Moon, slave of his thread, Each tie will be ope from tears lie can shed.

To ‘Hind’ please convey a message of me, When a slave is wide awake he is free.

We are God’s harvest its yield is heart, For life’s bride, it is the lady cart!

He told the ‘dust of path’His Secret Acts, Was it due to wisdom or heart’s own tacts?

To that rare beauty my heart seeks again, To speaker whose pulpit was ‘cross’ and slain.

To the Kingoften with lancers and force, To wealth who never touched at any course.

The heart’s world is not world of pomp ‘an show, No lanes and doors, there nor homes high and low.

Neither earth and sky nor the four nooks too, There is none in this world save ‘Allah hoo’.

The glance brought eyes and wisdom a tape band, To measure four sides and all the world’s land.

Who drinks the whole wines whom we named heart, Who sucks within it all beauties of art.

What is the love? an impact of glance, Which gives a sweet prick of the eye’s lance.

If you seek heart’s hand? throw quiver and bow, This game is the game of glance and eye brow?