My Son’s Vision Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

“Why are you gazing at the sky,
While on the cot, my son you lie? ”
“I am seeing God in the sky;
Father I do not tell a lie.”

“How do you find God, O my son? ”
“A very great and Supreme One!
In pantaloons, shirt and apron,
Like Him I don’t see anyone.”

I could not help laughing at this;
My innocent son I did kiss.
He was, as I think, not amiss
To disclose his vision like this.

What he said was foolishly wise;
God is ever hid from the eyes
Of man, though to see Him he tries;
He looks varied to varied eyes.