Ke Jis Ko Sun Ke Tera Chehra Taabnaak Nahin
A song that fails to make your face glimmer and glow with joy and glee,
Shows that minstrelʹs blood is cold, His heart of heat and warmth is free.
Woh Ne Nawaz Ke Jis Ka Zameer Paak Nahin
That player on the flute who has a conscience much defiled, impure,
With puff of breath can make a tune replete with poison which hasnʹt cure.
Kisi Chaman Mein Greban-e-Lala Chaak Nahin
I have visited the meads in East and West, where tulips parks adorn;
But I have not beheld a park where tulips have their collars torn.