Returning Home

Rise, O Moon,
and spread your light across the heavens;
the stars remember you in silent prayers,
their hearts glimmering with hope.
Now, like beggars,
we roam the alleyways of earthly life,
when once in our own Homeland,
we were merchants of rubies.

O, may no one ever have to leave his own home,
for one is not worth a piece of straw in this alien land!
They need not clap their hands
to startle us out of this world, O Bhau;
we are already disposed to fly back
to our long-lost Home.

– Sultan Bahu

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