Meri Nigah Mein Na-Khoob Hai Ye Nazzara
To own the flow of brook and meander on the earth
In gaze of mine hasnʹt charm and canʹt endow with mirth.
Buland Zor-e-Duroon Se Huwa Fawwara
O dear young man, divert a bit aside your eye:
The water of the fount by innate force surges high.