بخش 3 - انا الحق

A place of I am God is God’s own place. This sin takes to gallows or no disgrace?

If one man says this reprove at this wrong, If a nation says, then you get along.

I am the God suits to that nation lone, Whose blood’s moisture feels each branch grown.

In whose power hids a beauty queer, To him the nine heavens are servants clear.

Among nations large she holds a place great, That race is the leader of both worlds’ fate.

From her novel acts, new miracles breed, To dream and weaken is banned in her creed.

From her inner verve that race is a flame, To her the world charms is a worthless game.

What means by I’m God her efforts define, Her each Kun (‘be’) says Yakun (‘become’) an object fine.

Like a unique race thus she flies in space, With eyes ever set on her centre’s base.

The moon and stars in her lasso’s reach, Lies in her hand the fate of age each.

In garden’s lawn he is song bird sweet, In jungles a hawk with ruthless heat.

Her king in power is a poor man’s base, Her poor man in want has a kingly grace.

Fill the old wine in the New Age bowl. Cast the self’s light on hills and lands whole.

If you wish to eat fruits from Mansoor’s bowl, Say none save Allah can rule the world whole.