Hairat Mein Hai Sayyadm Ye Shaheen Hai Kh Durraj !
The partridge flies with the majesty of the falcons;
the hunter is nonplussed: is it a partridge or a falcon?
Mashriq Mein Hai Farda’ay Qayamat Ki Namood Aaj
Every nation is astir, her thoughts in a constant flux;
today we see in the East the signs of tomorrow’s resurrection.
Woh Murda Kh Tha Bang-E-Sarafeel Ka Mohtaj
The deadbody, awaiting Israfil’s Call, has all of a sudden risen to life:
Nature’s pitiless laws work wonders.