



On the Pilgrims’ Path, since the break of morn, I am standing
and crying: “Will somebody carry my Salam?”
The cripple that I am, how could I cross the Arabian Sea?
So I lie on the Ka’aba’s path day and night and cry.
I say, O wave of the Sea! None my salam to carry,
Take it thou and give it to the desert wind on its wings to the
Ka’aba’s gate to carry!
Translator: Mizanur Rahman (late)