Being humble is a right job,
But never be like that snake who humbled,
Himself, on the advice of Dattatariya,
When, children made a skipping rope of it,
Even don't thrash around showing your strength,
Be humble, but scare away your enemy,
By raising your hood to tell: I am ready to strike,
Yet, be always humble before the mighty God,
Before his might and power, your power and position avail not,
Brag never in his presence as haughty Iblis did,
When you're living at home with God,
You neither cling to the world altogether,
Nor tear it apart from you as a dirty linen,
When you are one with God,
Your existence itself is an illusion,
All that is, is the manifestation of one being,
When you worship the other than Allah,
You are not better than a cow-worshipping Hindu,
When you hold on to the fire in yourself,
You are not better than a fire-worshipping Zoroastrian,
Be like a satisfied servant who owns nothing,
Who attaches no hope to anyone other than his master,
Who fears no one other than his master,
Say we serve thee, thee we ask for help!
Mykoul
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