Ke Sang-o-Khisht Se Hote Nahin Jahan Paida
New worlds derive their pomp from thoughts quite fresh and new
From stones and bricks a world was neither built nor grew.
Iss Aabjoo Se Kiye Behar-e-Bekaran Paida
The firm resolve of those, Who depths of self explore,
Transforms this stream to sea that has no marge or shore.
Johar Nafs Se Kare Umar-e-Javidan Paida
The fellow same is lord of freaks of fate and strife,
Who with eʹery breath he draws creates an eternal life.
Huwa Na Koi Khudai Ka Raazdan Paida
The death of self has made the lands of East effete:
Men who Godʹs secrets share in these realms are deplete.
Ajab Nahin Ke Hon Mere Hum Anan Paida
The air of waste gives out the smell of friendship deep
Perhaps there may be some who may my company keep.