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A host of peril though you face, Yet your tongue with heart ally: From times antique and hoar Qalandars on this mode rely.

Men congregate in numbers large In the mart where wine is sold, For polite and courteous seems The Head of Mart, the Magian Old.

Though the points by Razi touched May be subtle and profound, Yet against infirm belief No cure in them is ever found.

The disciple blind shed copious tears, Of sinful life he felt contrite. May God aid the shaykh as well To feel ashamed and do the right!

Man is bound still hand and foot In chains by this talisman old, For idols of the age of past Still men within their armpits hold.

Enough for me that I affirm With tongue alone my faith and creed: A thousand thanks for mullah’s claim That he with heart avows, indeed.

As good as Muslim’s true belief, If blessed with Love, unfaith is eke: Bereft of Love a Muslim true Is no better than Zindiq.