Though fate a thousand times makes you a pawn in its game… 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… not give up:

It’s but a ripple on the pond of the Knowledge-Bliss fountain.


Though girls golden as goddesses come to you… 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… 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… not give up:

One day will come the invitation to the dance.


Think of the men who went before, those who will come after… not give up:

Earth, millions of times…..our troubles a matter for huge laughter.


The end of every affair was in its beginning… not give up:

The conclusion of your journey is in your singing.




From ‘In Dust I Sing’. The title is mine.

Copyright: Avatar’s Abode Trust, Woombye Queensland.

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Published in the USA by THE BEGUINE LIBRARY

Berkeley, California 94701