Finally, our actions must make
Our wishes horses, so we ride
To embrace every one’s human need;
Let that be the gift of this year’s Eid.
Let illiterate doctrine stay above,
And angry law yield to love.
Let the grand Mufti drink copiously
Of the incandescent wisdom of Chisti.
Let Kabir, Nanak, Bulla, Farid
Illuminate the meaning of Eid.
Let not the husband beat the wife,
Or the man of god misuse the knife.
Let no one ever again be the “other,”
But friend, sister, comrade, brother
Across all faiths and denominations,
Lands, rivers, borders, stations.
Let the Allama bow to Ghalib and Mir,
And the music of the Sufi uplift and bear
Our basest self-righteousness beyond
The hate-filled, scared, sectarian pond.
Let god be found upon the earth,
Dancing to the innocence of mirth.
Eid Mubarak a thousand times,
Ring the bells, unleash the chimes.