Tu Aabjoo Usse Samjha Agar To Chara Nahin
The self of man is ocean vast, and knows no depth or bound:
If you take it for a stream, How can your mind be sound?
Zujaj Ki Ye Amarat Hai, Sang-e-Khara Nahin
The magic of this whirling dome we can set at naught:
Not of stone but of glass its building has been wrought.
Magar Ye Hosla-e-Mard-e-Haichkarah Nahin
In Holy Trance in self we drown, and up we rise again;
But how a worthless man can show so much might and main?
Ke Khak-e-Zinda Hai Tu, Taba-e-Sitara Nahin
Your rank and state cannot be told by one who reads the stars:
You are living dust, in sooth, not ruled by Moon or Mars.
Teri Nigah Mein Abhi Shaukhi-e-Nazara Nahin
The maids of Ed’n and Gabriel eke in this world can be found,
But, alas! You lack as yet glances bold and zeal profound.
Woh Pairhan Mujhe Bakhsha Ke Para Para Nahin
My craze has judged aright the bent of times wherein I am born:
Love be thanked for granting me the gown entire and untorn.
Ke Laal-e-Naab Mein Atish To Hai, Sharara Nahin
Spite of Nature’s bounty great, its guarding practice, mark!
It grants the ruby reddish hue, but denies the heat of spark.