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Appendix 5
As milk taken returns not to the udder,
So a wasted life is without meeting with the Master. Says Farid: Sisters, when our Husband sends for us, go we must. Our souls like swans fly away, our bodies come to dust. (Suhi1 bolai iai!h Farid pyiire a/Joh I.age
Listen to the words of Shaikh Farid 0 dear ones, come to Allah. This body will be reduced to dust When it makes the grave its home. 0 Shaikh Farid, if you could but stay The ceaseless swan-flights of your mind You would meet the Lord this very day. If I knew that I would die Never to return again I would not follow the false ways of the world Nor let my life be spent in vain..
In your speech be true, in your actions be right, And spread no falsehood. 0 Farid, tread the path the Guru shows. What takes six months to quicken with life Dies an instant death. It is swift as the flight of swans in the spring And the stampede of beasts in a forest fire. It is a flash of lightning amid the rains And transitory as the winter hours When maidens are in love's embrace. All that is must cease: on Lhis ponder. Farid, the earth questioned the sky: Where are the mighty captains gone? 'In their graves they rot,' was the reply 'And are rebuked for casks not done.' (Asa) Farida galiai aklw.r dur ghar
0 Farid, the lane is slushy with mud The house of the one thou lovest is far away.
Appendix 5
As milk taken returns not to the udder,
So a wasted life is without meeting with the Master. Says Farid: Sisters, when our Husband sends for us, go we must. Our souls like swans fly away, our bodies come to dust. (Suhi1 bolai iai!h Farid pyiire a/Joh I.age
Listen to the words of Shaikh Farid 0 dear ones, come to Allah. This body will be reduced to dust When it makes the grave its home. 0 Shaikh Farid, if you could but stay The ceaseless swan-flights of your mind You would meet the Lord this very day. If I knew that I would die Never to return again I would not follow the false ways of the world Nor let my life be spent in vain..
In your speech be true, in your actions be right, And spread no falsehood. 0 Farid, tread the path the Guru shows. What takes six months to quicken with life Dies an instant death. It is swift as the flight of swans in the spring And the stampede of beasts in a forest fire. It is a flash of lightning amid the rains And transitory as the winter hours When maidens are in love's embrace. All that is must cease: on Lhis ponder. Farid, the earth questioned the sky: Where are the mighty captains gone? 'In their graves they rot,' was the reply 'And are rebuked for casks not done.' (Asa) Farida galiai aklw.r dur ghar
0 Farid, the lane is slushy with mud The house of the one thou lovest is far away.
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