The Will — Page 37
[Poem] 37 یں ہبحق نتسب دل ِ وخد اطخ اتس � دب ودصقوافصاتس ن ں ی � نمشِ د د ن ں ی � ہکا It is but folly to tie one’s heart to this hussy, For she is an enemy of faith and truth and purity. یں داتسلن ِ دو رگن � ہچ احلص از دشکہگ گنجب ت ح� �بصل ہک اگےہ Of what use is this two-faced sweetheart, Who kills you at times by peace and at times by war. رچا دل ہن دنبی دباں داتسلں ہک رہمش راہدن ز ِ دنب رگاں Why not fall in love with the Sweetheart; Whose love delivers from heavy chains? ربو رکف ااجنم نک اے وغی �وی ن � ش س ن � ز ِ دعسی ونش رگ ز ِ نم Go, think of your end, O rebellious one! Listen to Sa‘d i , if you will not listen to me. رع و یس وب د ون تب ام تمت اخ تمت وب د رب وکن یئ ا رگ The hour of your death shall be the hour of rejoicing; Provided you die in virtue. T h e E n d