The True Abode

Oh cup-bearer serve Thou the wine of the other world, that may give a vision of the Invisible. A draught whereof may give Divine Intoxication, and close the critical eyes of the flesh, and open the mystic eye within.

Oh Master! ostrich lives on the Kaaf Mountain, Thou are the True Abode of the bird of my soul. As candle is the altar for the moth, my life is a thousand time sacrifice on Thee.

Throw down the sluice-gates of the Waters of Life, and make manifest the fabled spring of Kausar. Grant me the intoxication of Love, and keep my wandering wits at anchor.

My only prayer is that Thou enter and occupy Your seat in the mosque of my body and sanctify my poor abode with Thy Holy Presence.

Shamaz-i-Tabrez