I seek the gardener!

I seek the gardener of a blissful paradise

Not knowing which path to traverse

I seek not the clear streams in the paradise

Or the bountiful fruits, excessive in sweetness

I seek only the gardener of the paradise

Who is immeasurable happiness personified

Seeking , I run headlong into the moon faced one

Her beauty envelopes my mind and soul

Thinking of her I am led astray

From where I am supposed to go

Her intoxicating glances afflict me severely

I cower in a corner like one running away from a storm

When I cower like this cometh the Fakir who says

Hold onto your bolster and you will reach the gardener

Understanding his words I cling to his feet

For it dawns upon me that he is the Murshid

Only then do I realize that I am in that very paradise

And the Murshid is none other than the gardener!