Though lost, yet I love thee
O dear,
Between the two shores of the sea
A whisper I hear.
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How much longer will you
stay hidden behind a clay statue?
Heaven today is subjugated by merciless tyrants.
God's children are getting whipped, heroic youth-hanged.
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You Blessed Child are playing with this universe
absent-mindedly.
Creation and destruction are the objects of your solitary sport.
In empty space you are absorbed in a miracle-play
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Come, O guide of the age,
The fearless and the bold.
Come, O the eternally beautiful,
The serene and the confident;
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Who is that who looks askance at me?
Is it a look of fear, diffidence or tenderness?
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Syed Makki Madani,
he is my prophet Mohammad.
The friend of God, full of kindness,
he is the dearly beloved of all.
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Make Islam strong, O God,
let the Muslim world again prosper.
Give it back its sultanate of old,
its ancient prowess and generous soul.
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On your wedding my two hands
will deck you with a necklace;
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O my friend,
you walked on your thorny path smiling,
seeing me lonely in my floral chariot, crying.
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That you are my half-moon, in my that half-sky.
When you smile staying in my bosom,
the moonbeam smiles in gushes, as well.
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