In Infinitude I ross,
O guide no bound perceive mine eyes
Tortuous beauty of the Loved,
Has no limit, has no size-
Here intensive longing lies,
There the Loved-ones do not care! 

2 
Cursed be duality, Beloved,
From 'Self' do shelter me-
O, hold the 'I' near thee,
But thou canst reach 'thyself', O master. 

3 
But thou canst reach 'thyself' master;
Nothing but Beauty is;
O doubter, couldst thou doubt dismiss,
There's no Idea then left.- 

4 
Beloved, hold the 'I' near thee;
All self concern I've cast from me;
Protector mine, with duality
I wasted far too many days! 

5 
That is real dualism, when
Non-dualist yourself you call;
Be shorn of separateness, and 
'Ego' let not thy soul enthral;
For 'this', doth not exist at all;
And 'that' not known is without 'this'. 

6 
'That' is not known without 'this', and
From 'this', 'that' doth not separate stand;
"Human my secret is, and I
Am his, that thou must understand"-
This voice did spound from end to end,
By seers, and the knowing ones. 

7 
No one who loaded is with 'Self';
The other side will see,
For God is one, and Oneness loves;
So spurn duality;
And all thy anxious tears "to be",
Shed at altar of unity. 

8 
The servant too has no beginning,
And no end shall see-
Who the Beloved found, shall be
Absorbed for ever there. 

9 
Everyone knows where he is 
I know not where I stand;
Guides and books there many are,
And they are close at hand-
But I, do seek the distant land
Where 'yes' and 'no'are not. 

10 
'Yes' and 'no', still within reach
Of earthly idea are;
But beyond all vision far
Is the Beauty that I seek. 

11 
Sometime or other, beauteous forms
Will be overwhelming thee;
But falcon of Reality,
Let not heedlessly escape. 

12 
The sensuous beauty thrashed me so
As carders cotton beat;
And now my hands are obsolete,
My body's paralysed. 

13 
Confound thy senses, and renounce
Thy 'Self'...Him- knowing be;
To recognize the Loved-one, drop
Thy personality;
And then coarse multiplicity
With unity destroy- 

II 
14 
The Loved-one bound me-
Threw me into waters deep;
And said: "Now dry do keep,
And getting wet avoid." 

15 
One that is into water thrown
From getting wet, how could be free?
Enlightened one, this mystery
How I might solve it, say- 

16 
"Rely on contemplation, but
Of law neither neglectful be...
Your heart get used to Reality
Which is your Destiny to see;
Be resolute, and verily
You'll be immune from getting wet." 

17 
Ah, Reality broke my
Existence, so that I;
Can no more breathe without it,
In its presence high;
My soul suffused doth lie,
Exclusive of all else.- 

18 
Be silent- do not move your lips;
Your eyes do close, your hearing stay...
Drink not your fill, and at your meals
When still half hungry, turn away-
And then a glimpse enjoy you may
Of image that your mind's .depth holds- 

19 
Would of the august secret
I divulge one whit-
Trees would burn up,-unfit
For growth all earth would be.- 


20 
Let your eyes an offering be
For Loved-one ere you break your fast;
Sumptuous dishes serventy
You'll get by seeing Loved-ones face.-

Shah Abdul Latif of Bhittai is a very great Sindhi Poet and his art in one sense is "impressionst par excellence". These incidents and episodes are called 'Surs' (musical themes), as if only the hidden music of all, that is seen and felt, is taken note of and expressed. 

Translated In Verse By: Elsa Kazi