A friend who is unfaithful is no friend at all;

Any endeavour that is not enduring is no task at all.

Though worry disturbs a man from sleep,
Yet the carefree are barely aroused.
For the lover all that counts in life is being together;
Time apart is no life at all.

Equality page 100

You spend so much time dwelling on the faults of others;
For Gods sake why dont you see your own shortcomings?
You turn the tiny speck of error you detect
Into a towering mountain of vice.
Your own sin is as big as a mountain;
Yet by sleight of hand youve reduced it to a flys wing.
If the scales of justice were in your hand,
You would count your mule equal to anothers horse.
Damned and cursed be such justice of yours,
That you switch justice for injustice.
God gave you the status of an angel,
But you make yourself a donkey.

What light we see is veiled;
For beauty is beyond our understanding.
Dont be fooled by outward appearances;
But look to the inside.
You cant tell if a walnut is soft or hard
By looking at the shell.

Bury Yourself Alive

page 104

Get up! Be satisfied with the bowl of love but one time;
Become a drinker of the cup of love, and the Beloved.
Bury yourself alive in the soil like a seed.
If you want greatness ~ take the place of the dirt.
With a humble attitude you can obtain the whole world;
Be underfoot like the earth.
Reveal your own secrets to your enemy yourself;
Kill yourself long before death ~ and live forever.

With friends of time; I go,

With mad men of the desert; I go.
Life has passed, incomplete the quest remains.
With my incomplete tales, I go.

O Fear! Your blessing; It was;

As fearlessly with the times; I go.
O cruel friend! Come, for the end is near;
With Your false excuses; I go
For when I make the world; a Pakhtoon of age;
With my youthful spirit; I go.
Forever shall I go with the valiant.
For Im a Pakhtoon, and with Pakhtoons; I go.
That the rivals name as the tongue of Hell,
To Paradise, with Pakhto, I (will) go.

ive called you the city of flowers from the

very biginning of my life
i dont deserved you on bomb blasts,
ive kept your picture in the ruined home of
my heart
i dont deserved you on bomb blasts,
if some body admired the beauties of the
london city,
your picture smiled slowly in my heart
if some body admired the afternoons of
paris,

i intensely remind your saddar bazar in my

heart
if somebody admired the buildings of
washington,
your lovely qissa khwani has taken me in lap
if somebody admired the evenings of delhi
your evenings scattered me from street to
street
even i prefer your dust on the colors of
spring
i dont deserved you on bomb blasts.

WONDERING
God, should I laugh with buds
Or cry with a lamenting nightingale?
God, should I look at my beloved's beautiful face
Or look at my burning heart?
God, must I fear your infinte hell
Or shall I gaze at the beauties of heaven?
Tell me, let me know; i cannot decide
Whether to please you or to please myself?