From realms aglow, where joy did reign,
Souls pure and light, they did descend.
With hearts unguarded, spirits untamed,
Into a world of shadows, they wended.
Sudden donned, a heavy guise,
Of worldly form, with mortal eyes.
Lost in the maze, the senses played,
By fleeting pleasures, visions swayed.
Though shadows cling, and darkness nears,
The inner light, it perseveres.
For within their core, a truth remains,
A yearning whispers, soft refrains:
"This world, a dream, a passing show,
The truest home, where spirits flow.
One day we'll wake, from slumber deep,
And soar beyond, where memories keep."
So let them wander, lost and blind,
This earthly form, a test to find.
For in the depths, the spark ignites,
And guides them home, to purest lights.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri