Phir Iss Mein Ajab Kya Ke Tu Be-Baak Nahin Hai
Of passion’s glow your heart is blank, your glances are not chaste and frank:
To wonder at then there is naught that bold and dauntless you are not.
Ghafil! Tu Nira Sahib-E-Adraak Nahin Hai
A longing strong for God’s display, is also hid in self‐same clay:
O heedless man, let this be known, brains alone you do not own.
Purkaar-O-Sukhan Saaz Hai, Nam Naak Nahin Hai
The eye whose light and luster rest on collyrium brought from West:
Is full of art, conceit and show, it gets not wet at others’ woe.
Un Ka Sar-E-Daman Bhi Abhi Chaak Nahin Hai
How can the priest and monk assess the height of craze that I possess?
still sound the hems of robes they wear, which have no rifts and know no tear.
Ya Main Nahin, Ya Gardish-E-Aflaak Nahin Hai
How long the stars shall hold their sway on fate of man, sprung from clay?
Either bereft of life I drop, or the Wheel of Fate must stop.
Mere Liye Shayan-E-Khas-O-Khashaak Nahin Hai
Lightning I am and keep my eye on waste and hill that reach the sky:
Heaps of straw and mounds of dust, too low they are, avoid I must.
Momin Nahin Jo Sahib-E-Loulaak Nahin Hai !
That godly man gets world’s bequest, who risks his life in ceaseless quest:
That man no Faith can claim at all who lives not up to Prophet’s call.