Along with peace and bliss from the skies,
Comes great responsibility,
For, a man who’s touched by His grace,
Feels this burning need; need to pour himself back into the world,
To give, to share, what he has rightfully earned.
Like the light of the Sun dispels the dark night of chaos,
He rises to shine in a thousand homes,
To make as many Suns like himself,
Suns of calm, Suns of glee, Suns of health and vitality. |
| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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