Whether I Gain Heaven or Not
Let's see whether I am able to reach Your doorstep.
Let's see whether I can make my home there or not.
Ages of suffering cannot open the heart's portal to You,
My destiny is in Your hands, whether I gain heaven or not.
I am forced to dance to Your tune by the breeze in Your lane —
Its perfume absorbs the stink I have collected over lifetimes.
I have no concern with the world — I am ruined in Your name,
I am Your slave, whether I gain Godhood or not.
O Beloved! Why do You shower affection on indifferent strangers?
Just look at my heart, which is Yours no matter how You behave.
My heart, body, mind and soul are drowned in Your intoxication,
But I doubt whether the Shaikh has any feelings for You!1 When I joined Your court You never asked about me.
Has someone now poisoned Your ear against me?
Whomever I meet sings the praises of Your divinity,
But internally what silent strength I've gained no one knows.
This dust of Khak longs to see the Sun.
You've turned it into the dust of Your feet and made it wine.
The company of Meher contains this treasure,
Whether one has yet discovered it or not.
One night in Ghani and Khak's room, Baba composed a ghazal in Gujarati within two hours. It was read to the men at Manzil-e-Meem (and later translated into English by Baba himself):2 “”The Horizon of Love [Prem ne Seema]
The unfathomable and mysterious existence of God
Is in everything, be it earth, air, water or fire.3 He is the sole Master of the universe and the Creator of both the worlds,
Even the smallest particle is proof of this existence, though His presence there is indiscernible.
The candle too burns with the fire of love for God and ultimately destroys itself;
While the moth, being enamored with the glow of its fiery cheek, ultimately dies in its flames and burns itself to ashes.4 The rose bursts out in singing the praise of the Almighty in the early hours of the morning,
While the love-sick nightingale showers his love on the rose by singing melodious songs by its side in the garden.
Love exists in everything animate or inanimate;
Love is manifest every second, in the union of the wall and the door.5