My Praiseworthy Way Poem by Naveed Akram

Telephone the heart that speaks of more arduous tasks,
Tease its reasons for living, and search for it night and day.
Like the heat of the sun and the glow of the moon,
Living little by little in the realm of ages and eras,
You stagger the outward beings and the inner woes,
Your superiority is inarguable, you are not lesser in woes.

My effort must be distinct and perfect to train the might souls,
Their lights are red, green and blue after the traditions of men.
When they see, they hear; when they hear, they see,
Feeling the ideas of their religions as if the heavens were chained
To the existent decisions of a deity worthy of praise and majesty;
My front is the order of love and commandments, of a face.

Stop your thoughts in a moment so that tightness is abolished,
Open your loveliness to the heat of the moment, the springing
Death that lurks over the sacred path: it must be mastered by you.
My actions will matter as the early ways of man who decides like
Himself, little women of the way are afraid of the ways of matter,
The way of matter is the way of the distinctions and praise.