In the dusky eve, the blind singer calls a heart rending tone,
“Why do you not show me what the third eye vision has shown?
The Insect from the stone which Moses broke, if I could be;
The poor Tramp whose eyes were Jesus touch, if I could be;
On The David’s way, if I could be the deep black naughty sheep;
The Sacred Beast, if I could be sacrificed by Abraham’s grip;
The free Jailbird, if I were, whose dream was Josef detailed;
Fortunately one Mast, if I were, when the Noah’s boat sailed,
The Friend, if I were, of Lukman’s wise son,
The greatest sword, if I were, of supreme king Solomon,
From Heaven, if, a piece of Manna, I could be;
The winning flag of Zulkarnain, could I be;
The Martyr Tooth of Muhammad, if I were;
Then, for once, My Lord, I could reach you very near.”
One after another Eve –the Blind singer prays,
Though we can see, still we are diverted and still we make mistakes.