Though fate a thousand times makes you a pawn in its game…..do not give up:
Cling like a child to the skirt of your Beloved’s name.
Though the wave rises before you awful as a mountain…..do not give up:
It’s but a ripple on the pond of the Knowledge-Bliss fountain.
Though girls golden as goddesses come to you…..do not give up:
Behind their smiles is the Ever-loving, the True. (This couplet is omitted)
Though earth be crushed under the hammers of the sun…..do not give up:
When the wreck is swept away, before you will be the Beloved’s form.
Though your Beloved may look at you askance…..do not give up:
One day will come the invitation to the dance.
Think of the men who went before, those who will come after…..do not give up:
Earth, millions of times…..our troubles a matter for huge laughter.
The end of every affair was in its beginning…..do not give up:
The conclusion of your journey is in your singing.
From ‘In Dust I Sing’. The title is mine.
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Published in the USA by THE BEGUINE LIBRARY
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