The Divine Secret Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

The divine secret we all should know,
The seeds we sow that certainly grow;
When the rain falls and the sun shines,
And soothing congenial winds do blow.
Acacian pills bear no sweet mangoes,
Or fragrant roses that sway and glow,
So the deeds issue the plants of results,
Delay not my friend, learn to timely plow,
And scatter the seeds with devoted faith,
He will reward you either soon or slow.
Otherwise blame not the Providence when,
You are haunted by a vulture or a crow.