Philosophy

PHILOSOPHY

The thoughts of young both masked and plain
From Qalandar's eyes can't hid, remain.
I know your states for I too crost,
These tracts in times which now are past.
The wise 'bout words do not quarrel,
He heeds not shell who seeks the pearl.
Men crazed with Love of God possess,
Wit that from spark the flame can guess.
An import complex confirmed by heart,
Is precious more than gems in mart.
As good as dead is science and art,
Which take not birth from bleeding heart.