Selected Persian Poems of the Promised Messiah (as) — Page 154
154 ہن اجان ز ت � ت �یس� خ � ربخے وکراہن اگم رہزہ زین ےم You have no knowledge of the Beloved; You just fumble about, blindfolded, searching for Him in vain. دادار دشخبت ہک ے ںیہن �یق�ی� ن آ وچن ق�ی�اس وخدت دہن انکبر The certainty that is granted by God Cannot be given by your own intellect. از داہن ددلارے ی ن � آ ارسارے و د �ی� خ � ش س اہےئ ہتکن One hears subtle truths and [divine] secrets From the mouth of the Beloved Himself; م�ان �بگ �ی�ال وخد خ ن درگ از � آ و �یکس�ان دو سک خ ی� � سپ اجک ابدش ا The other is a prisoner of intellect’s uncertainty— How can they both be equal? ونظمین راہ رغمور ہک اے وت ہن اعلق ہک تخس ونجمین O you who pride yourself on the path of conjecture! You are not wise; rather, you are utterly insane. تّنم اہ دخا را زکوتس ن آ تّنم القعء ر � ی ز� م�ری ش �ب� Do you believe that God, the Fountainhead of all grace, Has been granted favours by wise men? �ی� ب در دل تست ب � ع دخایئ خ ی� � تسُسا و امدنہ و زار اتس خ ی� � خ �چ� ہک The strange god that has found a place in your heart Is so weak, helpless, and lazy, اتہن از اعالقن دمد اہ �ی�اتف اتشتف قلخ وسےئ وتناتسن That he could not approach creation Until he was helped by the wise.