|Nature before your mind present,|
Subdue this world of hue and scent.
|Of selfhood you appear bereft,|
To find the thing lost go on quest.
|The stars do shine in boundless space,|
Desire to get this lofty place.
|Disrobed the houris of your mead,|
The rose and tulip darning need.
|Of urge, though Nature not deplete,|
Yet where it fails you must complete.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah