Iss Aysh-e-Farawan Mein Hai Har Lehza Gham-e-Nau
These schools and games, this continuing uproar,
This spectacle of excessive delights hides ever new griefs.
Jis Ilm Ka Hasil Hai Jahan Mein Do Kaf-e-Jo
That knowledge is a poison for free people,
Which ends in winning two handfuls of barley.
Asbaab-e-Hunar Ke Liye Lazim Hai Tag-o-Dou
O fool, there is nothing in letters and philosophy,
Art and skill demand hard labor from you.
Shaam Iss Ki Manind-e-Sehar Sahib-e-Partou
A man of skill controls the working of Nature,
His nights are brighter than mornings.
Tapke Badan-e-Meher Se Shabnam Ki Tarah Zou!
Through his art, if he so wishes,
Light can drip from the body of the sun as dew.