Fareed the seasons change, the woods shake and the leaves drop from the trees.
I have searched in the four directions, but I have not found any resting place anywhere.I thought that I was in trouble; the whole world is in trouble!When I climbed the hill and looked around, I saw this fire in each and every home.Fareed, do not slander the dust; noting is as great as dust.When we are alive, it is under our feet, and when we are dead, it is above us. Many talk of the pain and suffering of separation;
O pain, you are the ruler of all.Fareed, that body, within which love of the Lord does not well up - look upon that body as a cremation ground. The crows have searched my skeleton, and eaten all my flesh.But please do not touch these eyes; I hope to see my Lord. Fareed, my clothes are black, and my outfit is black.I wander around full of sins, and yet people call me a dervish -a holy man.
