Heaviness of the words has one thinking
Fear of punishment leaves
one shrinking
Mind will provide a way
with tiny limits
The heart weeps to improve
the condition
They sit at every bend to
catch the King’s diamonds
He polished them with the light
of abundance
From the cave they
obtained their worth
Only are coated with Duniya’s
dirt
Tongue of righteous owns
that which belongs
Never is the jewel ever
harmed
Return as much to the cave
to be mended
Wait in patience for the
coating to be descended.
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