To Elder Of The Shrine
Maqsood Samajh Meri Nawa-e-Sehri Ka
O Shaykh, who tend the Holy Shrine, Discard these monkish modes of yours:
Grasp what morning songs denote, What aim or end I would promote.
De In Ko Sabaq Khud Shikani, Khud Nigari Ka
May God preserve the youth you guide and may they all by Faith abide!
Restraint and order you must teach to shun conceit you ought to preach.
Maghrib Ne Sikhaya Inhain Fann Shisha-Gari Ka
Those who blow on glass in West, Have taught the youth repose and rest:
Let them imbibe to bear the shocks, and cut the stones and hew the rocks.
Daru Koi Soch In Ki Preshan Nazari Ka
The foreign Yoke that ran for periods long, has drained the blood of heart, so strong;
Think of some cure, panacea or aught to bring to end their sight distraught.
Mujh Ko Bhi Sila De Meri Aashufta Sari Ka!
In fits of frenzy strong and great of mysteries, God I start to prate:
Bestow on my distracted brain some recompense for this pain.