O man of God1 from evil shrink, because
The Day of Judgement soon will come. Beware
The lure of gold that gleams in Satan's jaws.
Such lures bring shame on you beyond repair.

Your lust shouts, "Do it ! Seize it for relief!"
But conscience whispers, "No - God sees a thief".
Though you are blind, He watches you with grief:
Forget your impulse, let shame keep its lair.

One way lies Sin, the other lies reward.
On Judgement Day you'll answer to the Lord:
Pure acts mean well - unclean are not ignored,
No doubt. Of this you'd better be aware.

The sweet spring of your life hour by hour,
So let prayer in this fertile season flower:
Virtues bear fruit - which crime can soon devour:
Restrain your soul, let virtues flourish there.

Raise not your head on high, or storm defy,
And tremble not, the slightest urge deny.
The hearing of your ears on God rely,
The speeches of your lips of God declare.

Say, lowly traveller, with your tent unfurled,
How long will you among the Quick be hurled?
When you, for fair or ill, pass from this world,
The next will bring your Judgement, ill or fair.

When Satan says, "It's sweet - forget your soul !",
God says1 "Defy the Fiend, stay in control !"
So Makhtumkuli, seize the blazing coal:
Then go and do it - if pain you can bear!