Khwaja you live internally <br />in a sacred realm necessarily. <br />Making this a worthy world <br />for innumerable, as I a serf <br />Flushed with in triumph <br />embody a pampered royal cur. <br /> <br />Sultan the Shepherd of strayed <br />debilitated paralyzed betrayed. <br />Your presences impress my soul, <br />bleeding heart desires you be my goal. <br />An unworthy urge to let me serve <br />is a dream I can never deserve. <br /> <br />Moeen the Guide of learned high <br />who face into tinder and so hindered <br />Come alive chirping and dancing <br />soft rhythmic words most enchanting. <br />I try to appreciate the Samma <br />but music and verse are an enigma. <br /> <br />Benefactor of the penurious <br />remove the veil of unhappiness. <br />Mine are wide open eyes <br />yet totally blind to all viles. <br />I'm no North Star yet blessed <br />in illuminated Chisty constellation. <br /> <br />Oh! Sir and Master, pray keep me <br />I do beseech you to let me be. <br />You weren't born for death <br />the glimpses I get for a breath. <br />Caring and thoughtful as of now <br />the Immortal Spirit with a gown.<br /><br />Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chisty-constellation/
