کيا کہوں اپنے چمن سے ميں جدا کيونکر ہوا

What can I say how I got separated from my garden and how I got imprisoned in the net of greed.*

It is strange that the whole world being against me; how the recipient of honour of respectability I have been.*

Some demand of showing and seeing was on the Toor: What do you know O heart! How it was decided?*

The desire to be without any desire is also a desire. How the heart's bird freed from the net of greed was?

Those desirous of seeing You, see You here also; then how the Last Day's promise a test of patience was?*

The Perfect Beauty itself may be the cause of this unveiling; how became self-apparent what concealed in curtains was?

Death as a recipe still remains, O separation's pathos! The physician is insane, how I deemed incurable was?*

O admonishing eye! Have you ever seen how the rose having been born out of dust became colorful?*

The purpose of interrogation for deeds was to disgrace me; otherwise all as to how and why it happened obvious was? *

My destruction was something worth witnessing: What can I say how l facing Him was? *