Sha Abdul Lattif Bhitai's Poem

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

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

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

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"

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.
You only read the letter.