Kalyan Yaman-II
(Path to peace)

1

Thou art the friend; the healer thou;
For every pain the remedy--
Cure for my herat, thy voice alone
the only cure it is for me......
The reason why I call for thee
is none can cure my heart but thou.

2

Thou art the friend, the Healer thuo
for every ailment balm dost send;
Merciful God--all druge are vain;
the pains by drugs will never end;
Unless ordered by thee O friend,
no drug will ever sickness cure.

3

Thou art the friend, the Healer thou;
for sufferings thou the remedy;
Thou givest; curtest disease, dost guide,
master thou art eternally--
Yet, I am wonderstruck to see
that you physicians still provide.

4

Sttike friend-- thy hand raise,favour me--
hold not your hand, and should I die
By such death I shall honoured be
which through this wound is caused.

II

5

Today still groans the thatches fill,
where wounded lie and suffer;
Although it is their twilight, still
same ointment there and dressing

6

Poor wounded ones, so restless grow,
yet grateful are for pain;
For ever forward wish to go
and here would not remain.

7

Mother, I cannot trust in those
whose eyes with tears do over-flow-
Who bring the water to their eyes,
their sorrow to the world to show;
Who love Beloved, hide their woe,
no tears they show, nor speak about-

8

Physician, blundering and unwise,
you cauterise my skin, and treat
With slops my heart-ache, know to whom
scaffold a bridal-bed supplies,
The one beatific vision lies
in death, which is the union sweet.

9

Physicians you consulted but
dieting you ignored...
Had you obeyed, perhaps restored
to health you would be now.

10

Physicians were my neighbours
I ne'er asked their advice-
Therefore I find that in mine eyes
cataracts I now have formed.

III

11

Ah! suddenly they found themselves
in sphere of love...and there
They cut their heads, left trunks apart
such garland they did wear!
Beauteous they were...to loved ones fair
I saw them give their heads away!

12

Go to the moth, the surest way
of immolation ask-
The moths, who throw themselves into
the fire every day;
Whose tender hearts became a prey
to cupid's arrow sharp.

13

The moths assembled, gathering
above a raging fire...
Heat drove them not, no fear they had,
flames did their hearts inpire-
Their necks they lost, and on the pyre
of truth they burnt themselves.

14

If you call yourself a moth,
from blaze return not terrified;
Enter by the loved-one's light
and be ever glorified
You are still unbaked...beside
not yet with kiln acquainted are.

15

If you call yourself a moth,
then come, put out the fires sway,
Passion has so many baked
but you roast passion's 'Self' today-
Passion's flame with knowledge slay...
of this to base folk give no hint.

16

Happy those who acquaintance make
with goodly grinding wheel
Their rapiers never then shall take
to rust, nor will corrde.

17

Apprentice of the blacksmith, works
the bellows not with care;
Not close to fire goes, he fears
love sparks that issue there.
And yet proclaims he every where;
"full-fledged blacksmith am I"!

18

Turn your head into an anvil,
then for smithy do enquire,
There the hammer-strokes of fire
may turn you into steel.-

19

When I an arrow do recive
on that spot I remain;
Perhaps my Hero-love again
will strike in mercy sweet.

20

Physician give no medicine.
may health I never see...
May be, enquiring after me
my love to me will come.

21

Sacrifice your head, and 'suffer'
if loved-ones send dismay...
Say not, 'Forsaken''t is their way
like this to form their links

22

Those that cut me up, became
the kindly surgeon too-
The wound they quickly dressed, and cured
within a day the same
Oh heart! and now make this your aim
"stay with them, and be safe from wounds"

23

As long there is no need, so long
physician is not here...
But when one day pain does appear
it is as though the leech had come!

IV

24

They read and read, but what they read
their hearts refuse to store-
The more they pages turn, the more
are deeply steeped in sin.

25

O friend, why are you still inclined
to waste paper and ink-
Go rather forth and try to find
the source where words were formed.

26

The world with 'I' doth overflow
and with it flaunts about-
But its own 'Self' it doth not know...
't is a migician's spell.

27

They do not heed the glorious line
that does begin with 'A'-
In vain they look for the Divine,
though page on page they turn.

28

You only read the letter 'A'-
all other pages put aside-
Book-reading nothing will convey-
but your being purify.

29

Unuttered is unknown...the uttered
is never understood....behold,
Although it be as true as gold,
humanity takes never note.-

V

30

By 'giving' they were hurt,-'not giving'
to them contentment brought-
So they became sufis, as nought
they did take with themselves.

31

To hear vile words, and not return,
but hear them silently;
This is the pearl, most precious pearl,
we in guide's teaching see-
But decked with jewels he will be
who with 'Silence' the Ego kills.

32

Those who never forgot the sorrow,
and lesson learnt of woe-
The slate of thought within both hands;
'silence' they study so-
They only read page which does show
Beloved's lovely face.

33

Patience, humanity adopt,
For anger is disease-
Forbearance bringeth joy and 'peace',
if you would understand.

34

The inoffensive don't offend
forget who do offend-
In this refined and cultured way
thy day and night do spend
Thus meditating, humbly walk,
until thy life doth end-
A Lawyer keep within, O friend,
to blush not, facing judge.

35

As long as of this daily world
no glimpses you obtain-
A perfect view you will notgain
of your love Heavenly.

36

True lovers never will forget
their love Divine, until one day
Their final breath will pass away
as tearful sigh

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"The strongest man in this world is the one who stands most alone"