بخش 1 - به حق دل بند و راه مصطفی رو

Be nearer to the aim like a moon new, Seek the higher heights with efforts anew.

A place in this lane if you wish to make, Make a tie with God in the Prophet’s wake.

My self’s own sea gave a rise to me, It sharpen’d my wits like pearls in sea.

On me that ‘Nimrod’ is boiling with rage. Fm trying to build up ‘Harem’s’ image.

Come O’ bearer and move the cup of Wine, And leave the worlds both under long veils line,

He raised all the curtains before this sot, The codes of His Path the ‘Mullah’ knew not.

Come O’ bearer and raise the veils aside, Cause my heart’s blood’ dripping from the eyes side.

From a tone which gives no East or West trace, Send a ‘no fear note’ from the ‘no fear place.’

Raise from thy bosom a ‘Call of God Great’, Hit thy own exir on thy dusty fate.

Gaurd thy ego ever, lead a life nice, To none give thy luck at any great price.

From self a Muslim is man perfect He is slave when it dies in heart in fact.

If you take thy ‘self’, ‘a priceless’ lot, To look save Thee is a tabood thought.

As long the Muslim, in self can peep, Like pearls they rest in the oceans deep.

From ego if you ran in this fane, Your own death you buy for life’s bargain.

The veils of thy fortune lo! I ope, Take the Prophet’s path give up no hope.

If you believe not whatever I say, Give up the faith and die in Kafir’s way.

Now all the shut doors for Turks are ope. The Egypt’s base would be firm I hope.

You give a rap too at the Ego’s door, None knew without it his faith and land’s lore.

A nation whose spring falls to decay, She always craves for the good old days.

A poppy grows though from her dusty gems, It also takes a gown of fading stems.

God gave that nation a sway o’er lands, Who shaped her fortunes with her hands.

With that nation he keeps no links. Whose farmer tills for other’s drinks.

From Razi thus learn the Quran’s insight, From his lamp he lit up his own lamp’s light.

But a point from me you must learn hence, That can’t be life, lacking flame and trance.