Khuda Ka Raaz Hai, Qadir Nahin Hai Jis Pe Sukhan
The talisman wrought from mud and clay, Whom we give the name of man,
Is mystery known to God alone, Its essence true we can not scan.
Magar Ye Iss Ki Tag-o-Dou Se Ho Saka Na Kuhan
Since Creationʹs Early Morn began time is engaged in constant flight,
Has tried to leave its trace on man, But has not met success e’en slight.
Wujood-e-Hazrat-e-Insan Na Rooh Hai Na Badan
If you do not get much disturbed, to you this truth I may unroll
That man, Godʹs image, on the earth is neither frame of clay nor soul.