tirsdag, marts 27, 2007

Round you the universe rotates,
From you I beg a kindly glance.

My knowledge, thought meditation are you,
My boat, ocean and storm are you.

The shrine of your street is my refuge,
hopefully have I run unto you.

Ah! The agony of my body and soul,
A glance of yours is the sovereign remedy.

Like Busiri I beg deliverance from you,
That the day that was may never return again.

Your mercy on the sinners is greater,
In forgiveness it is like mother's love.

'Allama Muhammad Iqbal