I reached the gates of paradise
On entering the garden
I found all pleasures one could think of
And on walking further
I ran into the gardener
The gardener made me forget
About the paradise around me
The gardener's presence alone
Could make any place a paradise
I woke up from the dream
And went in search of the paradise
I went to the very ends of the earth
Nowhere could this paradise be found
Then I went in search of the gardener
I went to all the pilgrim centres
Finally I went to a fakir
Who was seated under a neem tree
The fakir asked me to give him
My bundle of worries and in return
He said he would show me
The gardener whom I seek
I gladly gave him the heavy bundle
I had carried all along with me
He then asked me to close my eyes
And look deep within my heart
And there was the paradise in there
And the gardener I sought
On opening the eyes, I saw
The fakir was also the gardener
I planted the same neem tree in the paradise
And I went home with the murshid in my heart
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