A FRUIT OF THE BLACK MULBERRY
[The Old Said spoke this with the tongue of the New Said under the blessed mulberry tree.]
The one I’m addressing isn’t Ziya Pasha, it’s those enamoured of Europe.
The one speaking isn’t my soul, it’s my heart in the name of the students of the Qur’an.
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The previous words are all truth; beware, don’t lose course, don’t exceed their bounds!
Don’t heed the ideas of Europe and deviate, or they’ll make you regret it!
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You see the most enlightened of them, in brilliance their standard-bearer,
Exclaim in bewilderment: Of whom, to whom can I complain?
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The Qur’an says, and I say too - I won’t hold back:
I lodge my complaint with Him. I’m not confused, like you.
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I cry out to the True Allah; I don’t slip away, like you.
I shout my cause from the ground to the skies; I don’t flee, like you.
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