Translation of poetry of Rahman Baba by Robert Sampson. Religion If I meet my lover at her door I’ll never budge from it all my days. In life or death may God Implant me there. It’s the entrance to all devotion; The direction of my prayers. I’d easily abandon the prayer-niche of the mosque For her sweet lips. I know the dazzling brightness of my lover Glows in church and temple too. The ones who delve in deep and mystic ways Surely love her more than I. I deplore the vain worship of conceited ones; Driven by custom and habit alone. Those who dispense reprimand by day But frequent the sorcerer’s pub by night. Religion is just a trap, set in the path of life To snare the fanatic savages. Clerics only pay attention to those Who come with fat donations. I stay away from such as these, Who delight to rebel.
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