Come, let us raise our hands as well 

We who don’t remember the ritual of prayer

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We who remember nothing except the warmth of Love

Who believe in no idol or god 

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Come, let us importune the Artist of Existence

To fill tomorrow with sweetness from today’s poison

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For those who cannot bear the fierce pain of a single passing day

May their eyes be freed of day and night

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For those whose eyes have no strength to see the face of dawn

Would someone light a lamp in their nights

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For those whose feet have no support

Would someone point them to a direction for their journey

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For those whose religion is lying and deceit

May they find the courage of heresy and the boldness to seek truth

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For those whose heads await the swords of oppression

Give them the power to ward off the hand of execution

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For those whose hidden secret of love is a burning soul

Let us pledge today so their burning may be eased

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Let the words of Truth rankle the heart like a thorn

Let us proclaim them today to relieve that torment

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Freedom Day 14 August 1967

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From: Sar-i vadī-yi sīnā (Sinai Valley). Lakhnaʼū: Kitābī Duniyā, 1962. pp. 79 – 81