Dissimulation Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Something you are naught, beyond -
The little knowledge, finding in phrases,
The outward, embellished, standing ceremonial.

My home is naught, not perhaps the corner
Of the first street, while others' birds take flight
Across seven seas. From the cotton ginner's
Serai, to the sugar street. Neither name.

Then what all is this about,
‘Knowledge that takes you not beyond yourself -
Such knowledge is far worse than ignorance'.
Hakim Sanai

So dissemble and split your mind,
There are a hundred thousand ways
Without knowledge, without teacher,
Without discipleship. Do not let it
Be in your way.

There is a sweeter way of talking
Away from the crowd, sought after by lovers.
If only we had been companions,
If only the night had been long
So we could sing songs, and get drunk.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
May 30,2014.

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