Rise, O Moon
Rise, O moon,
and spread your light across the heavens;
the stars remember you in silent prayers,
their hearts glimmering with hope.
Now, like beggars,
we roam the alleyways of earthly life,
when once in our Homeland,
we were merchants of rubies.
O, may no one ever have to leave his own home,
for one is not worth a piece of straw
in this alien land!
They need not clap their hands
to startle us out of this world, O Bahu;
we are already disposed to fly back
to our long-lost Home.
Rise, O moon, and spread your light –
They are all fondly talking of you!
Even if thousands of moons like you were to rise,
without my Friend I would still be in utter darkness.
Hazrat Sultan Bahu, Sultan Bahu