Since my genus is not the genus of my King, my ego passed away for the sake of His Ego.
my ego passed away, He remains alone: I roll like dust under His horse's feet.
The individual self became dust: the only trace of it is the print of His feet upon its dust.
Become dust at His feet for the sake of that footprint and be as the diadem on the head of an Emperor!
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
دوراہا दोराहा
کيا خطا کی يہ بھی نہيں بتاتے کہاں بھٹک گۓ يہ بھی نہيں دکھاتے
क्या ख़ता की यह भी नहीँ बताते कहाँ भटक गाए यह भी नहीँ दिखाते
*Yawn*
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