One must stay a night with those who with God have been,
Their recognition becomes a raft in this ocean of the world.
Groups of Khahoris, came up the mountain Pab,
Oh passer by! I ask whereabouts of such ones,
Who spent the night in desert, searching the rocks.
Early contact why with them you made not?
Khahoris taking their water bags at dawn did depart,
From where will you now bring knowledge of spiritual lands?
The ascetics seek that land which none has heard or seen,
On stones they lie turning from side to side,
In Infinity, Reality they try to seek.
Click here for...Section 2 : Those Who Came To Know Of Ganjo Rock.
Click here for...Section 3 : Those Who Lost Their Way Searching The Rocks.
Sufism And Love : One And The Same
Sindh : My Motherland My Fatherland
Makhdoom's Quest For The Truth
Makhdoom's Quality Quest