|The bass and treble of minstrel's song much joy to human heart imparts:|
What is the use of pleasure that is e'er on wings and soon departs?
That melodious song is still unborn and is concealed in heaven's breast,
Whose intense heat may transform the solid stars to liquid form.
A song that may have such results which set men free from grief and pain,
And makes Ayaz break slavish and learn like kings to rule and reign.
Perplexing maze of moon and stars may flop down, leave their course:
O God, you shall last and the cry "God is Great," uttered with much force.
The song that jurists of the self deem lawful in their mystic creed,
Has been expecting since a long a bard, who can acquit indeed.