Durr-e-Sameen

What use is that faith which cannot manifest God?
It's but a hollow vessel—shallow, without even an echo of God

The grandeur of guidance in such a faith—can that possibly inhere in it?
Alas, glory has departed—taken flight—and distinction no more its perquisite

The signs of God's glory therein no longer in that religion abide;
Neither does God's Unity enrich it, nor do blessings therein reside

O people! That god, remember, is manifestly not the Living God;
Who is not evermore manifesting glory whereby humans be awed

Ancestor-worshippers, they who worship by clutching at mere fable;
Bereft thus of vitality—mere straws in their hands—abject defeat is their label

Without the certainty of sight, o friends! the soul is never satisfied;
This oft-erring self, how can it by mere fables be sanctified?

Mortals ever thirst for fresh signs from the Divine;
While fantastic fables remain, as ever, ineffective, stolid as bovine

How can the Divine Beloved—through mere fables—be found?
Find, though, a true sign—one solitary sign—and the fruit of life will abound

Alas, the prevalence of fantastic tales has led hearts astray;
Lip-profession became customary, hearts do now injustice obey

Greed-ridden hearts shriveled and shrank, led to their deathly, bottomless bank;
Entire lives spent in oblivion—unto darkness they sank

The Holy Quran is Untainted by Fables