Grandeur And Grace
Tere Naseen Flatoon Ki Taizi-e-Idraak
With Hyderʹs might and brawn I feel myself content
I wish you joy of wit, To you by Plato lent.
Ke Sar-Basajda Hain Quwwat Ke Samne Aflaak
This is the charm and grace in view of mine and sight
That heavens too prostrate before much main and might.
Nira Nafs Hai Agar Naghma Ho Na Atishnaak
Without great majestic, height grace is not of much use:
Song is mere puff of breath, If rapture canʹt produce.
Ke Jis Ka Shaola Na Ho Tund-o-Sarkash-o-Bebaak!
I would not go to hell whose fire is dull and tame:
To suffer for my sins I like a rearing flame.