Sachal Sarmast

Sachal Sarmast (1739 – 11 April 1827) (Sindhi: سچلُ سرمستُ‎, Urdu: سچل سرمست‎), born Abdul Wahab Farooqi (Urdu: عبد الوہاب فاروقی‎) was a Sufi poet from Sindh in modern-day Pakistan. He was a great saint, a mystic poet, a philosopher and one of the towering personalities produced by Sindh (modern day in Pakistan). He was known by his nicknames "Sachal" or "Sachoo". In Sindhi, means trustful where as Sarmast means mystic in Sindhi and the literally meaning of Sachal Sarmast in Urdu is "trustful mystic". He is also known as Shair-e-Haft Zaban, means The Poet of Seven languages, He addresses the wider audience in the following seven languages, Urdu, Sindhi, Balochi, Punjabi, Persian, Arabic and Saraiki.

Poetry

 * Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light Neither a talker, nor a seeker, nor am I argumentite Light makes me restuve sweet Lord, restive am I for light Neither earthy, nor the wind, neither water nor as fire ignite Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light Neither from jinns, nor from humans, neither mother nor father recondite Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light Neither Sunni, nor Shia, neither sinner nor recompensite Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light Neither law-abider nor abstemious, nor given to physical delight Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light Neither a scholar nor a judge, nor rowdy drink's acolyte Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light Which substance of School do you look for? he's with you and in flight Light makes me restive sweet Lord, restive am I for light.
 * Sachal Sarmast within reach, p. 27

Couplet

 * Who are you, who am I, I'm manifest in the same On our heads we secured, a chaplet in a frame.
 * Sachal Sarmast within reach, p. 67
 * 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.
 * Sachal Sarmast within reach, p. 99

Doha

 * 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.
 * Sachal Sarmast within reach, p. 46