SUR SIRIRAG

CANTO I

1
Lest HE ask you the Lord
Forsake not His litany from heart;
And what he MAY SEND YOU THE WORD,
FULFIL IT, THAT YOU NOT BE EMPTY.
2
Lest HE ask you the Love
Never forsake Him recollecting;
Like a beggar be ever spreading
Your cloth, before All Bounteous Oe.
3
Lest HE ask you the Love,
Leave not intoning His name within;
By it, root out error at its core
And undo all your original sin;
That here thou be forgiven,
Fear of there, of that side.
4
Where there are, spins, spates, washes, waves
And waters no any bound;
There O Lord! This little boat
Let not run into reefy ground;
Any damage be done to vessel
Or split its boards all unsound;
O that nothing it hardly pound,
This lowly craft of poor spirits.
5
Sails out-stretched, tackles newly made
And their oars in ivory laid;
Go now my warrior mates
Equipped with stoci-in-trader;
Ah, their efforts be amply paid,
Of these, Thy all the Love-traders.
6
In through my skiff, water came
Seeping little by little;
Ah, what stuff I did in fill,
It all rusted and turned dark.
7
In through their skiff, came but creeping
Though verly little water;
Yet saw I them weeping
Who had so lost all their goods.
CANTO II

1

What-ever’s in this world
Lives, moves, and has its being in You;
Of Thy loving grace, O Lord!
There’s not any want with you;
By justice I can’t be saved, I sue
O deal unto me Your special favour.
2
Those who’ad remember the Lord
Waking through all the nights;
Their’s the mould says Abdul Latif
Had attained to sublime heights;
Came there thronging many wights
And paid homage at their homeyards.
3
Go and serve the Great Sea
Where flow waters ever abundantly;
Course through where in currents
Many pearls and rubies countlessly;
Were you but to get grain of the Bounty,
O worshipper! You’ll be ever fulfilled.
4
Those who explored the high seas
They were ever fulfilled;
Brought they from the deep currents
Many a great sparkling rubies
Mare were to Main, says Latif,
And wedded were to waves, all these;
There’s no value of these worthies,
They were all beyond any value.
5
Those who explored the Great Sea
Them the wavesdid not assail;
By power of heart’s penance
They went through any storm Or hail;
Resting on raft of His faith
All roughs did smoothly sail;
And also in the mid-trail
Met them HE, THE Lord of the Sea.
6
This was mark of the explorer
Who went in to the high seas;
That they dived into great depths
And brought forth resplendent rubies;
And handed us all these
For our adornments, on the strands.
7
Rise before me a miry wave,
My skiff won’t stand the wave;
The sins of past that there be
Loaded in it, all I have;
What of naming this or that
They’re so many, O come and save;
Out through this darkly cave
Lead me by Your loving grace.
8
Sit not there so late on sea
Waiting for a favouring tide;
Perceive you not neightbours go,
How they do but sudden ride;
Going daily to the other side,
O see you not the ferrying boat!
9
Sitting on waters a great while
My poor soul will pensive grow;
Whether or not it would know
My skiff were able to negotisate Sea.
10
The man doth see in his own way
God but does in an other;
HE it is, who drowns the boat
HE It, is who leads the way;
Even the boats that go astray
Brings HE back them safe to shore.
CANTO III

1
The stuff was in stocks and stores
The traders are but indifferent;
Some would trade it for the best
Efore their time was out and went;
But to many it was sudden spent,
While walking for the fun in fair.
2
Trade youin such goods only
That stroed they be not old;
Not a grain of thse go waste
In the foreign parts when are sold;
Send you there such a hold
Before which you could stand.
3
Gahtering about from shores
They bring us only the news;
Where Sea rends the sinews
They do not this make us know.
4
O thy boat is become now old
So store not in it muc stuff;
It’s keel is eaten by the rots
Whirls round it the raging surf;
Meditate ye morrow’s gulf,
Today, the day is somewhat done.
5
Keep on mending out its leaks
And every day oil your canoe;
One day you ‘ld launch to Great Sea
Never of mind, let this go;
May be today or tomorrow
Descend you down, from deep waters.
6
Thy boat in the sea of life
Or many float or may sink away;
The joints that the maker made
In the waters may loosen and decay
Knowers not being in their old place
Strengers in it, worm their way;
O boatman! In your boat the thieves
Slyly doth enter, and there stay;
Where the great ones give way,
There O Lord! I leave my craft unto your care.
7
Get you the stuff of good quality
And store in your skiff, O boatsman!
The tide will take you unawares
So live not lapt up in futility ;
Such sleep in abyss may bury
Who knows when, but O Master!
8
Danger is whilst on the port
Sleep not till thee sailing men;
The eddies are eroding banks
Roar in churn, doth milk when;
Putting up with such great pain,
How could you sleep so masters!
CANTO IV
1
Hnadover your all affairs to Him
Who is doer, the All-Praised One;
Be true in your such submission
Give up fear and all suspicion;
That HE by His compassion,
Bring fruit to all your endeavours.
2
To the good ones, for their goodness
Doeth every one but good;
O’tis none like you, doth bless
The bad ones for their badness, too.
3
Go away ye gold! To gold smiths
Put down not here beautiful burden
Who wasted away pearls even
With them obtains ever, the darkness of soul.
4
If gold smiths go, you too go after them,
And this country leave;
Here will not your worth perceive
And dump you with dross, in the dust bin.
5
Here trash is accepted
The real gems are but returned;
Taking in my lap truth turned,
See how I feel ashamed, offering it.
6
Ah, those lapidaries are gone
Who know not working even lead
Who’ve arrived after thse;
Now in these abodes and alleys
Black-smiths only beat their iron.
7
Where dropping to sleep
Thou broke the real gem, O silly one!
Why wont you go there now weep
Taking both halves in your hands.
8
That dropping to sleep
Thou broke the real gem, O silly one!
Go now, to lapidaries be gone
Taking both halves, in your hands.
9
Where’s niche of Precious Gem,
There the thieves prowl and pry;
Their’s is salvation in sky
Who save it here on the earth.
10
Look standing there the arch thief
Announces, says “ I am that he”;
O had we but eyes to see,
None could find te Ever-Hidden One.
CANTO V
1
Didn’t I tell you my Love!
That engage not this worthless gig;
It has old sails for rig,
Where waves shall strike it violently.
2
Where there is no telling of waves
And gape on shores ghastly caves;
And come flying lashes of water
The deep while rages and raves;
There wake up ye, o slumbering slaves!
O the eager will attack you unawares.
3
The eagree will attack you unawares
Ray for His mercy, O moan and groan;
Waters for reasons O unknown,
O drowned you not yesterday in the deep!
4
Drowned HE yesterday, in the deeps
Many great and mighty titans;
May betoday in His Eye creeps
A caveat for your skiff, O boatsman!
5
Sail away your little life-skiff
Out of this surge, O safely;
Those who’e knoers of deep
They all cry nto you only loudly;
Take advice, of the guides holy,
That cross you safe to the other side.
6
Went they through mid-stream safe
And were not shaken by the sea
And got to toer shore of gulf
By the flow of streaming tears only;
And reached Him there but longingly,
Wading through waters by His grace.
CANTO VI
1
Wile waters are low, bind tight to body
His floating aid, ye;
When you’re deep in the sea
None shall it bring to you there.
2
Those who’re His swimmers
They swim some how, big or small channels;
‘Tis manner of unswimmers
they roll upon their heads, turbaned trammels.
3
Seek the Lord God of all hosts,
Be not ever forgetful of this;
Keep vigils for heavenly bliss
Lightining may strike you any moment.
4
Wherefore sleepest thou, to what conceit?
Lightin g may strike you any moment;
The waves have many a one sent
Great and mighty like you, down the lee.
5
The way to kingdom of God is difficult,
Difficulty in difficulty woven
Who are priests of this country
They too, many a time are gravely mistaken;
Against the common currents plunge in,
And that too, with dense of Love.
6
“Though gone off the track and astray
yet fix I may hope always in your grace”
That He ‘ld, there him embrace,
And send greetings to all his friends.
7
Those who explore the Great Sea
They gather the pearls and rubies;
Skim who but on dinghies,
They only collect shells and scallops.