"All this is strolling of the sea, neither any shore nor dinghy Into the waters of oneness, flying away this very entity Cease the moment forget all else, all that bygone history The future and past abandon, Sachal ask for frenzy."

"My thoughts are not to eminence inclined, nor I ask to be the master Neither then prelates, elders we became, nor then my name's Astrologer Neither Indian, Sindhi, Arab, nor to being a Negro or Turk aver Sachal nowhere is anyone present, within nothingness we occur."

"O God, you are the only confident of my days You are inside, outside, you are settled in my pores You the warp, the weft, my each and everything is you Say Hussain, the worthless fakir, I am nothing, You are all."

"O Mother ! To whom can I tell, this state of separation-pain Fires of Faqeer smoulder, wherever I rummage ruby-red gain, Thorns pierces, make me mad, separation my mind's refrain O Mother ! To whom can I tell, this state of separation-pain."