بخش 3 - دلی در سینه دارم بی‌سروری

This heart in my breast, without ecstasy, this handful of earth, devoid both of light and flame,

take it away from me, for it’s unwelcome burden: this reward of prayers, said so absent‐ mindedly!

What should I say about religion and nationalism? for one cannot say it plainly;

don’t be angry with me, for through Your indifference I have started setting up the same old temple.

A Muslim in bondage to Europe: his heart does not yield to Him so easily;

from the forehead that bows before other‐ than‐God you cannot expect prostrations of Bu Dharr and Salman.

I crave not for this and the other world, it is sufficient that I know the secret of life;

bestow on me a prostration that, through its burning and joy, I bring the earth and heaven into ecstasy.

What do you expect from this ease‐loving person who moved with every movement of wind?

This morning I saw Javid in prostration, may my night’s face be adorned by his mornings.