If angelic art and celestial lore the ills of Muslims can not cure, worthless they are and of no use, of fact so true you must be sure.

Your reveries deep and rapture sweet, your worship at the midst of night, if fail to keep a watch on Self, are useless quite and have value slight.

The intellect can cast its noose on the Pleiades and the Moon if heart is b'reft of love for God, it is not a worthy gift and boon.

If wit incites a man to say ‘No God but He’ it brings no gain; it has no worth at all I think, unless affirmed by heart and brain.

No wonder great that my discourse with distraction unbound is fraught if it won't spread like rays of morn, it means such talk has value naught. (Written in Riaz Manzil; residence of Sir Raas Masood, Bhopal.)