Were My Whole Body Festooned With Eyes Poem by Sultan Bahu
Were My Whole Body Festooned With Eyes
Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal.
O, how I wish that every pore of my body Would turn into a million eyes -
Then, as some closed to blink, others would open to see!
But even then my thirst to see him,
Might remain unquesnched. What else am I to do?
To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master,
Is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka'ba!
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12/4/2024 3:12:07 PM # 1.0.0
To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master, Is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka'ba! ////// superb show me the path of my inner-side give me eyesight to disclose me exactly