Depart from here the emptiness is,
A fill elsewhere, the spirit of living –
Or else when the goblet is finished
The rapture remains. The tangible
Is the intangible and we go nowhere.
Make the exit austere and graceful,
To entertain the greetings of welcome
All depends how we lived somewhere,
For the nones, the wheres we own.
Like a surreal dream we float space,
And the virtue is goodness, how we
Stick to it and may beat the doubts.
No one knows but a belief strong,
To an ultimate prosperity the souls
Enter. We will be judged no doubt,
If nonce but with ourselves indeed.
The hill top was gold this evening,
And this evening I saw it turn silver
The morning of the travel is happy,
Tidings we long for and hope sustain.
Leaving them back, and the advice is,
Be light and lesser love of the world
Is lesser pain when your love mundane,
With relations indeed, with the things
Shall be nothing, when you are nothing.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
September 11,2015.
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