Never halt until...
You achieve your Manzil...
Roll..roll..and roll...
O'Tourist O'restless soul
Roll to the extreame of world
Fly over sky-as a little bird
Leave this lury, ahead are more
Never think esplanade to be a shore
Controll youeself o'new tourist
Burn yourself to end way's mist
Strengthen your hopes...
Empower your WILL
Never..halt..untill,
You achieve your Manzil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul is a tourist going around from body to body with no end. Desire is the cause for this purposeless tour. Spiritualism helps to end this endless tour.