One walks on and on,
wearing a pair of shoes
—one’s own mind (mana)
and wisdom (mati).
Before entering 
an Ustad-Pir’s
one must take them
shoes off
stowing them
in a place wherefrom they
may please
be lost forever!
For one wears
for being lost but
in a labyrinth.
“Balideepak darling”, one walks
beyond the threshold
of the beloved
naked soul
—wearing the khaDav
that the Pir bestows;
a robe drenched
woven with
threads of love
and compassion
one adorns.
Ah, that song on one’s lips
that the LaDlaa Gur-Pir has etched!

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