O DEJECTED NIGHTINGALE YOUR LAMENT IS IMMATURE STILL

Introduction
This ghazal  deals with the controversy of Love and Intellect, for which see Chapter 3, paragraph �The Controversy between `Aql  (Intellect) and Dil (Heart or Intuition)�.

Translation
O dejected nightingale your lament is immature still
You should hold it in your breast for a little while still

If Intellect is prudent it is considered mature
If Love is prudent it is considered immature still

Love  fearlessly jumped into the fire of Namrud¹
Intellect is absorbed  in the spectacle from roof-top still

Love moves fast in action under the messenger�s precept
Intellect has not even understood the Love�s message still

The way of Love is freedom and world revolution
You are imprisoned in day and night�s temple still

On the plea of temperance the cup-bearer says rudely
In your heart is the  same anxiety for the end still

Constant struggle is the measure for life�s  Kamm  and Kaif
Your measure is the counting of days and nights still

O spring rain! How long this miserliness?
The tulips of my hillside are thirsty still

They are accustomed to `Ajam�s wine I have the `Arab wine
My cup makes wine-drinkers startled still

                Zepheyr has brought news about Iqb�l from the garden
                The newly seized is writhing under the net still

Explanatory Notes
1. Allusion is to the story of S. Ibr�h�m A.S going through the trial by fire at the hand s of Namr�d , reflected in the Holy Qur��n 21:1-70