Colin F. Jones


How can one form a thought one does not have,
That contradicts all that the mind doth think,
The more I try to follow such a Path,
The further from the topic I do shrink.
I’ve searched my heart but it doth harbour not
A thought which shares its love with any hate,
And in all I have I have no vengeance got,
Which seeks to design the method of one’s fate.
Though by my own sect’s tutors I’ve been trained,
As would of Allah thus the other be,
There lives in me no deed to be so claimed,
As would in him by death to set him free.
For in his mind their lives but only hate,
And I feel pity for his wasted fate.