A Darwesh bold proclaims with main and might my guidance take, tread path quite straight and right.

Beyond your might and nerves my tumults lie, with caution great by Qalandar's dwelling hie.

The help of skiff and guide I do not need, if you are swollen brook, come down with speed.

Has not my Takbir broke your charm? Revoke, if show of courage does not harm.

A Darvesh holds the reins of Time like steed; ile brings sun, stars and moon to book with speed.