Roshan Hai Nigah, Aaeena-e-Dil Hai Mukaddar
(Mukaddar = Maila, Gadla)
Much greed for show and fame has put this age to shame:
The glance is bright and clear, Heartʹs mirror, but is blear.
Ho Jate Hain Afkar Paraganda-o-Abtar
When zeal and zest for sight exceed their greatest height,
Thoughts soar to highest point and soon are out of joint.
Woh Qatra-e-Neesan Kabhi Banta Nahin Gohar
That vernal drop of rain the state of pearl canʹt gain
If destined not to dwell, In lap of mother shell.
Khalwat Nahin Ab Dair-o-Haram Mein Bhi Muyassar
Retreat is blessed state ʹBout self gives knowledge great:
Alas! this state divine, Isnʹt found in fane or shrine.