Ae Tere Shehpar Pe asan Riffat-e-Charkh-e-Bareen
An eagle full of years to a young hawk said—
Easy your royal wings through high heaven spread:
Sakht Koshi Se Hai Talakh-e-Zindagaani Angbeen
To burn in the fire of our own veins is youth!
Strive, and in strife make honey of life’s gall;
Woh Maza Shaid Kabootar Ke Lahoo Mein Bhi Nahin
Maybe the blood of the pigeon you destroy,
My son, is not what makes your swooping joy!