Hazrat Shah Hussain

One day they will turn into a dream to you,
the lanes of your father’s (village).
The bees will fly away from the flowers,
their leaves and stalks.
He alone knows (the pain) who is struck,
otherwise it is easy to talk.
Stop, O kazi, I am not well at hurt,
things have happened that should not have happened.
Only those nights will be of account,
which are passed in the Lord’s company.
I am named Husain, of the weaver caste,
and the owners of wefts are full of reproaches for me.