The Spring has come with tulips wild, They seem like carvans on the move:
The youth, their charm and ecstatic joy of colossal worth and value prove.
Ye Behar, Ye Falak-e-Neelgun Ki Pehnayi!
The sea that has no bound or marge, And azure sky that seems so high,
When pitch dark night has upper hand, They gleam and glint like stars in sky.
How nice the bride‐like moon appears, While touring sky in van of night!
At morn, the sun presents a scene much grand in sky so blue and bright.
Ke Bechti Nahin Fitrat Jamal-o-Zaibai
One must have eyes to see these sights which vie with each in bloom and grace:
For Nature is not wont to sell the charm appearing on her face.