|The cloisters, once the rearing place of daring men and royal breed,|
Alas! Now nothing else impart— to foxy ways they pay much heed.
|The chiefs who lead the caravan train, of that virtue quite are blank,|
Which is found in shepherd’s task and leads to Moses’ noble rank.
|How can the birds with voices sweet the thrilling joy of song attain?|
Alas! The birds in hostile mead cannot their breath for long sustain.
|One type of rapture and surprise is darkness deep and pitch complete;|
The other rapture and surprise with love and knowledge is replete.
|My thoughts sublime that soar aloft, like the flash of lightning, show the way;|
Lest travellers in the dark of night should miss the track and go astray.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah