From the skirt of the Knower
    Ripped a fragment
    To bandage my bleeding heart

    Blood infused cloth
    Burned Crimson
    And Heart became Light

    Then took 
    that cloth
    That enveloped The Cup

    And squeezed droppings
    Pure Wine 
    Of Sheer Raz
    
    Then took two fingers
    Dabbled
    And flicked Sprites

    In the gathering
    The ones bespattered 
    Sat mesmerized

    Ears confused
    Eyes confounded
    Heads rolled to the ground

    In the King's Polo Field
    Took a club
    From ones bestride

    To each head undone
    Flung afar
    Swinging hard

    As they flew away
    Eyes shut 
    Mouths wide

    Moaning in ecstasy
    As the Golden Thread pulled
    From the lifeless Bots

    Taking these in hand
    Around a Pole
    Spinning 'round

    Then from the bones
    Made a Loom
    For weaving Persian Rugs

    A Farsh then made
    Patterned on
    Two, Sixes and Nines

    Then aligned that gorgeous spread
    Towards the Qiblah of the Praiseworthy
    Ablution "Light upon Light"

    "Two bows" - it Is Written -
    "And He Arrived"
    The Majestic King of Hearts.

    Shaykh Spear's songs
    Have given rise to talk
    'that infidel is not a Musalmaan'

    But the Possessor of The Arsh Knows
    His servant's sway
    And the ways of the finest art.