بخش 15 - تعلیم

A shine which lasts with beauty and grace, To life’s mustang a whip for race.

Teach the kidsand colts,a verve and flame, To books and schools a fiction I name.

A knowledge which cures but melts not to trance, Far better is the eye with sacred glance.

It looks better yet to the sacred eyes, A heart who seeks not any earthly ties.

No links with that Mominthe God would keep, Who keeps no conscious soul with self’s deep peep.

My friend’s Maktab way I left that is why, No youth I found there with self guarding eye.

A blind eye is better from eyes crook, Which sees a virtue from evil look.

An ignorant man and a simple guy, Is better than a wise but faithless sly?

No use of a thought which measures sky, But settles like dust or moves like fly.

Like sections of clouds he moves here there, And wanders in space with draughts of air.

Respect is the dress of a sage or fool, A lucky man likes to make it a rule.

With that Muslim child I keep no love ehains, In wisdom who gains in respect who wanes.

Why you lose hopes of kids a bit, If they do not catch a point of wits.

Tell me Maktab Sheikh if you know a lot, Do they keep in bosom a heart or not?

Teach the offspring wisdom and faith’s ken, Their gems would shine like a bright star then.

If you teach him a knack in any skill, A white hand is hidden in his sleeve still.

Who sapp’d sweet tone of the birds and buds, Who damp’d old flame of the poppy’s blood.

On this Maktab and wits how can you boast, Which gave him no bread till he gave up ghost.

The days of that ‘Dervesh’ O God keep gay, Whose breath opes hearts like buds in‐early‐ May.

To a Maktab’s child he pray’d in this way, For bread put him not in some body’s pay.

Who e’er tied himself with Lailah’s tie, From Mullah’s Maktab he jump’d very high.

To that faith and fire no heed we should pay, My friend’s heart and eye from me who took away.

A caravan was killed, if you e’er see, Make not a probe, how it could be.

No use to learn a knowledge and skill, Which murders a nation’s soul and will.

A well dressed fighter and handsome guy, His flaming eyes beamed like a lion’s eye.

He learn’d from Maktab a knowledge of sheep He is now craving for few crumbs to keep.

To a camel addressed its youngest foal, No God I have seen in the desert whole.

The father said, “Filly thy foot slips when, You would see thy self, to God also then.”