Shah Latif `s Poetry (Translated In Verse By: Elsa Kazi) Kalyan-I (Peace)
The One Creator, the all greats;Lord of the universe-The living, the original;Ruler with power innate;The giver, the sustainer,the unique , compassionate;This master praise, to Him alonethyself in praise prostrate..The generous, who does createthe universe in pairs..
None shares His glory, "He was..is,shall be"..who this doth sayAccepts Mohammad as 'guide'with heart and love's true sway;None from amongst those lost their wayor ever went astray.
"He is without a partner" , whenthis glorious news you break-With love and knowledge, Mohammadaccept ..as cause him takeWhy would you then obeisance maketo others after that?
From One, many to being came;'many' but Oneness is;Don't get confounded, Realityis 'One' , this truth don't miss-Commotions vast diplay- all thisI vow, of Loved-one is.
The Echo and the call are same,if you sound's secret knew-They both were one, but two becameonly when 'hearing' came.
A thousand doors and windows too,the palace has ..but see,Wherever I might go or bemaster confronts me there
If you have learnt to long, by painbe not distressed-Secret of love's sorrow must be never confessed-Suffering is by the heart caressed,and there it is preserved.
The poison-drinking lovers, luredby poison sweet, drink more and more;To bitterness of fatal cup,the poison-drinkers are innured,Though wounds are festering, and uncured,no whispers to the vulgar goes.
All from Belved's side is sweetwhate'er He gives to you.There is no bitter, if you knewthe secret how to taste.
There is a call to gallow, friends,will any of you go!Those who do talk of love may Knowto gallows they must speed.
If you a draught desireto tavern find your way;Thy head do sever, and that headbeside the barrel lay;Onlywhen you this price do paythen few cupe you may quaff.
The genuine lover, for his headcare and concern has none;He cuts it off---joins it with breathas gift then hends it on ;Carves down to shoulders, forem loved-onethen begs for love's return.
To guard and to preservethe head,the lover,s business is not this---One of beloved's glance is worthso many hundreds head of his---Flesh, skinand bone, and all there is ,the 'least ' of loved-one , equals not.