The Human Race
Mehroom-e-Amal Nargis Majboor-e-Tamasha Hai
The sights of the garden may or may not be beautiful
The narcissus, unable to act, forced to watching is!
Fitrat Hi Sanobar Ki Mehroom-e-Tamanna Hai
It does not appreciate the pleasure of movement
The very nature of juniper devoid of longing is!
Insan Ki Har Quwwat Sargaram-e-Taqaza Hai
Whatever is in the world is accustomed to submission
Every power of Man busy in pressing for his Longing is!
Ye Zarra Nahin, Shaid Simta Huwa Sehra Hai
This speck remains incessantly ambitious of expansion
Not a speck but perhaps the constricted wilderness he is
Ye Hasti-e-Dana Hai, Beena Hai, Tawana Hai
If he wills he can change the face of the garden
This entity wise, clear‐sighted and powerful is