Poem No 2.
Thou art the ambit of Reason Oh Ganja Savai Kadir Meera! Blessing like falling leaves in changing season Our chief Kadir Meera! Oh Pure Light of Nagore! Shining on its Fame Scroll From Prince Hassan Khuddus of Mahnik Kappore A Lighthouse from Nagore Wall Whosoever believe in thee Blessed will be Running to thy doorway standing still Hidden burden to thee I spill True believers blessed and free With hope to receive, I retreat A solace for my teething grief Whosoever believe in thee Blessed will be True believers blessed and free My hands are barren Only tears from heart saddened Calling upon thee with earnest and honesty That thou may arrive with certainty Am I not thy offspring? Have thy not heard my prayer, Art thou not my King? In the name of Rasul Oh Mayor? Will not thou raise thy spiritual Hands And appeal to Allah for my sake If not for thee no light of strand Divert a river to the empty lake Thy child Dada Usuf Wali Sultan Bebi Amma the holy A boat twin oar Oh King Hameed! Make o