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Should I abandon the pleasure of sun's and moon's company? And should I abandon this service of conveying dawn's message?

For me the height of the world of stars is not good; for me lowliness of earth's denizens is better than this height.

What is the sky? Is the uninhabited homeland of mine? The tattered skirt of the morning is my shroud?

My destiny is dying and being born every day. Drinking morning draft of wine from the hand of death's cup-bearer.

This service, this honor, this elegance is not good; darkness is better than this ephemeral illumination.

If I had the power, I would have never become a planet. I would have become the shining pearl in the ocean's depth.

There also if I would have become weary of the waves' struggle; leaving the ocean I would have become some neck's decoration.

The pleasure of brightness is in being some beauty's ornament; in being the ornament of the crown of the princess of Caesar.

As the fortune of a piece of stone gained ascendancy; it did not stop short of being jewel of Sulaiman's ring.

But breaking is the end of such things in the world. Breaking is the end of the invaluable pearls.

Real life is the one which is not acquainted with death. What good is the life in which there is demand of death?

If this is the end of being the decoration of the universe: Why should I not fall as dew on some flower?

I should live as shining specks in the decoration of someone's forehead; I should live in the sparks of some oppressed person's sighs.

As tear I be entangled in the eye lashes of someone: Why should I not drip from the eyes of that lady?

Whose husband, clad in the chains armour is departing to battlefield, compelled by the love of the homeland!

Who may be exhibiting hope and despair's spectacle; whose silence may be putting speech to embarrassment?

To whom pleasing the husband may give the strength for patience and to whose eyes' modesty may give the power to speak.

Whose rosy cheeks at departure's time may be turned pale; attraction of whose beauty by separation's sorrow may be enhanced.

However hard she may control but still I may drip; I may spill over from the cup of the tearful eye.

After mixing with dust I may get eternal life and departing, I may show warmth of Love to the world.