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Poem LXIII

I. 39. are man, dhîraj kâhe na dharai

Why so impatient, my heart?
He who watches over birds, beasts, and insects,
He who cared for you whilst you were yet in your mother's womb,
Shall He not care for you now that you are come forth?
Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and
  wander so far from Him?
You have left Your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this
  is why all your work is in vain.