The poor servant,
Strives to grasp wisdom
But he has not enough intelligence and experiences
To reach a state,
When even during calamities
The heart stays in peace and ensues calmness
Though in his current state;
Even during stillness,
He feels uneasiness, guilt, pain and all sorts of aching
They say, his heart is empty,
It has not known sincerity and doesn’t know the meaning of
piety
What a pity,
Sad, poor and empty!
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The poor servant an upshot/consequence of a cruel society
In an environment where people are judged by merchandises
and appearances
The more wealth the more respect, friends and wives
At times he questions his luck,
Though he is reminded, everything is fated
He needs to learn more about gratitude
Every night he goes to sleep a servant,
Who is humbled with destitute,
In many ways he is better than he who goes to sleep
Thinking he’s self sufficient,
Bragging about existentialism,
On how he created his own kingdom,
Where he is always praised,
Yet he lives in a daze.
The poor servant too,
Dreams of a kingdom,
An environment inhabited by the wise filled with wisdom,
Where love in turn becomes predominant,
A transcendental realm in which the air itself is peace,
In which each wishes for the other to be in ease.
