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Pakistan, Language: Punjabi, Siraiki
Poetry: Sachal Sarmast (1739-1826) and Sultan Bahu (c.1628-1691) ________________________________

alif, the first letter of God’s name, is a jasmine flower that the Guide has planted in my heart – He!

watered with negation and affirmation (no God, but God) was each vein and each pore – He!

inside, the plant stirred a musky tumult of fragrance when the flowers of gnosis blossomed – He!

long live my Consummate Guide, O “Bahu”, who planted this chaste flower

come swiftly, dark, handsome love!

I wander weeping wretchedly

come swiftly, dark, handsome love!

the nights and days of separation from my lover always remain bitterly cold

he who, after death, once more lives, what fear has he of death then – He!

from the world, the day he chooses his mortal frame he can quit – He!

each day, I scour the roads you travelled

oh, would to God you come back, love!

come swiftly, dark, handsome love!

at your door, from the day that I did bow my forehead in the True Court – He!

from that day, my head (life) is devoted to that Court; no other court have I since sought – He!

they’d give up their heads than give up His Secret, who have drunk from the Cup of Gladness – He!

I am sacrificed for those ones, O “Bahu”, who have (like Husain) safeguarded Pure Love – He!

at your door, like the lowly “Sachchu”

(must be) countless ardent lovers, love!

come swiftly, dark, handsome love!

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