Love is minister to us, our flock is the inmost soul
Love is minister to us, our flock is the inmost soul,
The Friend’s face is our Mecca, our prayers are eternal.
When the Friend’s face came in sight, duality was routed,
And religious laws were all cast outside of the portal.
The soul makes its obeisance at the altar of the Friend,
Rubs his face on the ground and prays to the all-Powerful
We regard no one’s religion as contrary to ours.
True love is born when all faiths are united as a whole.
He who waits at the door of the Friend in truth and virtue
Is destined to arrive at the divine state without fail.