“Exaggerated and excessive” is poetry, they say. Exaggerated and excessive, they find love to be. Perhaps, they both go hand in hand. Is not the kalam e ilahi poetry? Not the kalam of a poet, but poetry. Has the learned man in you not realised yet that they both are synonyms? I sing because I love, I love because I sing. Do not take me for proof, I am but mere thoughts. Interview the birds, why does the nightingale sing? Why is the canary intoxicated? What is the cockatiel chirping? Why does the veery chant? And why does the koel carol? I shall not put forward an answer for you to accept, but a conundrum for the learned one to understand. If it is melodious, it is of love, if it is unpleasant, it is not of love. Now, lend yourself an early morning, and lend yourself an open heart, and inspect the melody of the birds. Is it not melodious? Is it not heavenly? Is it not mellifluous? Tell me, now, o you man of the worlds, is it not love? Inform to the people who understand, we have found the eternal secret. The one point on which the shah of kasur emphasised to be the end of it all, we have found it. Indeed it is, indeed it is, indeed it is, the bowl of love of Sachal Sarmast.
There is one more secret, one you can attain yet, for if you stay long enough, the birds will flee. These birds are the agents of the nature, they know all the secrets. It is a tragedy however, that the ashraf ul makhluqat is neither able to obtain them, nor decode them. There are secrets, one will never hear. There are secrets that they announce every moment. Between the two, is the son of Adam, lost. Providentially, for you, I have sat with the birds, and I have sat with the masters. There are many who would enjoy the company of one but not the other. I saw many pupil lost, unaware of the song of the birds. I saw many in the company of the birds, unaware of the richness of the company of the masters. Perhaps one can attain the code, and one can decode it. What good is the code if it can not be decoded? What good is any decryption if there is no meaningful code to decrypt? With divine decree, I was bestowed both, the song of the birds, and the company of masters.
Therefore, I have some secrets, amongst which, I will tell you one today. On one night, full of melancholy, I let myself loose, into the abyss, eroding my existence, or perhaps my subconscious. You see the birds flying and thing to yourself how entertaining it must be. You do not understand what one must shed to attain the ability to fly. For when I shed myself, I found myself flying amongst them. They showed me my destination. But the route, I had to figure myself. I remained quiet, for uttering in front of the wise is disrespectful. And in return of my respect they exchanged this secret with me; Nothing is permanent, they whispered.Will you take my word for it? You will not. But the birds? They know. What do you call permanent is perhaps a few years. The birds know this because in every change os season they have to migrate. Why shall they call some place home when the most they stay there is a few months? But they do. Perhaps because in all our accordances, we tend to relate long periods to permanent. While nothing truly is permanent, yet one must abide in here. It is very temporarily permanent indeed.
There is only one solution however. One that incorporates living and letting go. You must live as if you have let everything go. You must attain without any sense of attachment. Only then can you become the eternal king. You might think to yourself that you are different. Far more powerful than the birds. For what can nature inflict upon you? You do not abide in nests. You have your might homes. Do not fool yourself, It will result in nothing but annihilation. Know that it is the increment in the speed of the wind just by a tiny amount that can wipe your specie from the face of earth. So be grateful, and turn to Him for he is ever forgiving, ever merciful.
