|That man alone in life shall find to aim and end a certain sign:|
Whose eyes in pitch dark night can see, and like the eyes of panther shine.
The slaves can get repose and rest in world confined by Time and Space;
But men of high and noble birth haven't leisure in worldly race.
The progress great that West has mad has bedazzled your eyes a deal:
May Prophet guard your precious sight, to vouch him God did Najm reveal!
These revels do not last for long, like guests they stay for a breath or so;
The bowls of wine that glint like stars, are soon deprived of gloss and glow.
The books have marred your taste and zest to such a great and vast extent,
That breeze of morn has also failed to give you clue of rose and scent!