He is a fool,
Who claims that he aint a drunkard?
I ask the fool
“If he aint a drunkard,
Then why is he not walking steady
On the straight path”
Some drink the wine of ego and arrogance
Some drink the juice of lust and beauty
Some drink the liquor of fame and wealth
Some drink the sap of blood and usury
Some are showing off sipping a godly miniature
Some have just smelled it and act like a teacher
There are also some like me,
Who empty the whole tavern,
Yet spend a lot of time
Sitting quiet lonely
That’s simply because
Allahi! You know it better not me

So I accept and I do agree
I obeyed Syed Gaffar
I drank the forbidden drink
Also stole and hid something
I drank my anger
Hiding my prostrations
I stole your blessings
But you know it better not me

And such a hard lesson I’ve learnt
Getting apart from you
That I won’t eat of the heavenly tree again
Even if you allow me to
And you asked me to wish
But right before I did
I was rejected already
Why?
Coz you know it better not me
Yes you know it better not me

So give me the name of one mortal being
Who in distress did not forget you?
And called upon another mortal being
But you know it better not me

Trying to understand your commandments
Considering the permitted and forbidden
Sohail has spent his entire life
With pain permitted and comfort forbidden

Even though I’m following nothing but Islam
I seem to be rejecting, your nature’s decree
But you know it better not me

Do you not agree?
If Aziz and my life would have been sinless
Your attribute of being the most forgiving
Would have been useless
So I’m proud of myself
I act arrogant indeed
Only for the fact that you reside in me
But you know it better not me

I count you, as one always
Don’t count me among the idolaters O! Lord
I was a One God devotee right from the start
You made the Angels bow to me
But I’m still prostrating you, you can see
For I know
You know it better not me
You are the one making the wine
Showering it, Pouring into glasses
Selling it for free, ordering the wine
The one to serve it
The one to drink it
The one to promote it
The one to oppose it
Like my Master Aziz and Gaffar said
From the beginning till date
You’ve appeared in many roles
So I would like to say that
This God of ours is an endless soul
And we three shut ourselves
As we three can clearly see
That you know it better not we

Coz, you do strange things many a times
You dump Abraham in the scorching fire
And get him out unhurt
You sell Joseph in the street market
And crown him Prince of Egypt
You call Moses on the peak of Sinai
And faint him with your spark
You descend The Messiah through a Virgin
And torture him for divinity remark
You raise the dead by your own will
And punish poor shams
You spoon feed me the wine of secrets
And call me a drunkard

You drop the curtain of meem in Ahmed
And play with the emotions of your believers
You are the one planning everything
Fooling around with your devotees
Coz you know it better not we

Like Aziz said
You have dropped the curtain of ‘meem’
In Ahmed hiding your attribute of ‘Ahad’
Now Sohail says
What about your open secret attribute
Called ‘Ali’
But you know it better not we

A lot of people
Rich and poor
Kings and pawns
Left their homes in search of you
Came and fell on my feet
From them a few
The most extreme limit of my faithfulness
After knowing all your secrets
I still kept saying, just like Aziz
What?
You know it better not we

I drank it and you poured it
I ate it and you stored it
I spoke it and you heard it
I believed it and you know it
I did it and you saw it
So ask them to go away
Coz you know it better not they
Why would there be a moment
Many a times,
I tried to take your name
And accidently called out ‘Dad’
If someone would have challenged you
To walk into Adams shoes
I very well know, your answer to it
They guess a lot, but nay
You know it better not they
Please tell your chaste ones O! Lord
Neither wishes nor witnesses
Neither advices nor complaints
Don’t make me go or let me stay
Coz you know it better not they

Don’t search for the imprints of my forehead
Down on the earth O! Chaste Sheikh
Also don’t look at my forehead
Searching for the black mark of faith
Sohail himself has turned into the token of prayer
My intense prostration causes the earth to shake
Such is the status of my life
Allahi!
You know it better not they

I don’t have any grudges against your idols O! Pundit
But these lifeless puppets also aint my friends either
They are an art, a masterpiece made of clay
Indeed you know it better not they

I know you colored the sky blue
To keep my head fresh and cool
But the filth in this world
Makes us look like crackpots
Makes us look like a fool
Keeps us out of your way
And you know it better not they

I don’t wanna prompt anyone
Don’t wanna talk to anyone
They humiliate me a lot
Mock at me a lot
Blame me a lot
Coz you don’t reply them
You keep standing like a bot
Speak up sometimes
I want you to retaliate
Coz you know it better not they

From the day my sweet has gone abroad
I have dressed myself in the ehram
Coz I have lost my comfort, lost my ram
For I still await the return of Ram
I wanna witness him again
Surrender to your charm
But will I live, till that day?
You know it better not they

My soul is always in prostration,
Glorifying your name
The reason why, my body aint present,
In the daily five times assemblage
Such is the attitude of Sohail
You know it better not they

If I love everyone for you
If I betray all of them
And I faithfully abide in you
Will I be wrong?
Or would I be strong
Even though you seem to be unseen
If you say so, I would really believe
But what if I still wander
Searching for you
What if I try to raise the curtain?
Between the two
Will that be counted as a sin?
Will I be held in the prison?
What if I deny your omnipresence?
What if I can’t smell your essence?
What if I brag about myself?
What if I claim to be the magnificent?
So what, if I don’t follow their commandments
Will I be nailed or stoned
Or may be their worships I might own
If I say you are my strength in every sin
And what if my belief is the complete opposite
What if I like and adore the devil
What if I in fact call Lucifer?
My bitter half Azazeel
Will I be pronounced as a disbeliever?
If I get all my wishes and desires
Will I be pushed in the blazing fire?
I don’t know what I write
I don’t know what I say
Don’t know what to think
Just wanna prostrate
Just wanna pray
Coz you know it better not they

I said many things
Heard Saw and understood many things
I memorized and I wrote a few things
Then I read the Quran
And I felt as if I copied of you everything
Coz you know it better not me


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