You prolifically read great manybooks,
On secular and spiritual sciences,
To be famous for being a great scholar,
But hardly ever you read your own book,
You read volumes to know the ancient wisdom,
But, you scarcely ever read the book of your heart,
Though your heart is the mother of all knowledge,
You go round the temples and
mausoleums,
But you never care to visit the shrine of your heart,
Everyday you seek refuge with Allah,
Against Satan who tempts you to evil,
But, you never care to know who the Satan is,
Is it not your own self that exhorts you to evil?
You are always quick to attack the infidels,
Yet, you have never fought a battle against your own infidelity,
How many idols you are installing in your heart every hour!
You dissipate your time and money lavishly,
On Sufi concerts and sumptuous feasts,
But, you never try to grasp what is sounding within you,
And fail to perceive the light gleaming in your soul,
Stop taking head loads of knowledge,
For you only desire to brag your knowledgeability,
Only one truth is sufficient for you to know,
That God is our lord whom we must know,
Practice what little you know rather than making a false show,
If knowledge does not liberate the self from the self,
Then ignorance is better than such knowledge.
Mykoul
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