SUR BILAWAL

CANTO I
1
Ever, in this believe my word
That HE has eld this feast for you!
Now clean your mouth-that Lord
Put in morsel, by His hand!
2
Wander not from fount to fount
Seek that Great Spring in you!
Give HE shall all-sayeth Latif
As you to His Kingdom drew
Empty ones HE filled to the full
Came who to His Kingly view;
Were HE to yet talk with you
O thy woes shall simply vanish.
CANTO II
1
Go down deep and beg there
Where Ganges is place and HE current;
Leaving all strife of earth
By His bank-pitch thy tent;
Get beside All-Bounteous Flow
And feast there, what you be sent;
When that vintage in you went,
O all your wants, will be forgotten’
2
Be HE cross with you, yet givens
But if content, HE fills your bowl to brim;
Blessed be the Lord-Him
Has only thy good, at the heart.
CANTO III
1
O Coming to Him, dryness vanished
My feet from a far felt cool;
In the desert had come upon a pool
O as it were, a thirsty way farer
2
Thou art cover, Thou art coverlet
Thou art shelter, Thou art shade;
Here too, Thou art our stay
There too we seek Thy aid;
Gives not she her dues-the maid,
Enters who-the Kingdom of God.