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I’m lowly; my Spiritual Guide is exalted I have joined Him I, the lowly one, am so honoured to have gained the acceptance of the Exalted One Make the threshold of the Spiritual Guide your home do not make new friends because so of them may Be mean and despicable Whether the fruit is ripe or unripe the orchard-keeper still keeps a watch on it My Spiritual Master is always guiding the people, be they sincere or insincere All the solutions to the problems lie with the great people A problem ceases to exist once glanced at by the Exalted Man Join those who are immersed in the Spiritual Love though we may encounter many beautiful friends, But we’ll behold only one Being caught in the straitjacket was like being ground in the oil-press O Muhammad Baksh, my desire says if you stay with me today I’ll appreciate it When I look at my deeds I’ve nothing But when I look at your mercy, it’s glorious Do visit the gates of the Spiritual Guides abode, for it’s like a pilgrimage Have the patience of a beloved; let’s go to His place Al1 your problems will find a solution If you are friendly then even the unfriendly become friends O Muhammad Baksh, the whole world seems deserted without friends The gardener’s job is to water the plants in abundance and God’s job is to be the All-Provider, but the dispensation depends on Him O friend, we have kept our promise, even sacrificed my life On the Day of Judgement if you expose me it would be Shame and embarrassment I’ve given everything, even my life; to you are the custodian of my lowly status, So keep my honour One who gives away is generous and he who asks is a beggar No one will think of the generous if I return empty-handed today My Beloved has abandoned me, left me worried and miserable He has left me hanging from a thorny tree as if I was an old rag Rejoice not if your enemy dies because friends also die O Muhammad Baksh, the evening has come, the end is near, for, it’ll be dark all over |