A shine which lasts with beauty and grace; to life’s mustang a whip for race. Teach the kids and colts,* a verve and flame; to books and schools a fiction I name. * Kids and colts: New generation.

A knowledge which cures but melts not to trance; far better is the eye with sacred glance. It looks better yet to the sacred eyes; a heart who seeks not any earthly ties.)

No links with that Momin the God would keep; who keeps no conscious soul with self’s deep peep. My friend’s Maktab way I left that is why; no youth I found there with self guarding eye.

A blind eye is better from eyes crook; which sees a virtue from evil look. An ignorant man and a simple guy; is better than a wise but faithless sly?

No use of a thought which measures sky; but settles like dust or moves like fly. Like sections of clouds he moves here there; and wanders in space with draughts of air.

Respect is the dress of a sage or fool; a lucky man likes to make it a rule. With that Muslim child I keep no love ehains; in wisdom who gains in respect who wanes.

Why you lose hopes of kids a bit; if they do not catch a point of wits. Tell me Maktab Sheikh if you know a lot; do they keep in bosom a heart or not?

Teach the offspring wisdom and faith’s ken; their gems would shine like a bright star then. If you teach him a knack in any skill; a white hand is hidden in his sleeve still.

Who sapp’d sweet tone of the birds and buds; who damp’d old flame of the poppy’s blood.* On this Maktab and wits how can you boast; which gave him no bread till he gave up ghost. * Poppy; the young man. Buds; the garden, the nation.

The days of that ‘Dervesh’ O God keep gay; whose breath opes hearts like buds in-early-May. To a Maktab’s child he pray’d in this way; for bread put him not in some body’s pay.

Who e’er tied himself with Lailah’s tie; from Mullah’s Maktab he jump’d very high. To that faith and fire no heed we should pay; my friend’s heart and eye from me who took away.

A caravan was killed, if you e’er see; make not a probe, how it could be. No use to learn a knowledge and skill; which murders a nation’s soul and will.

A well dressed fighter and handsome guy; his flaming eyes beamed like a lion’s eye. He learn’d from Maktab a knowledge of sheep; he is now craving for few crumbs to keep.

To a camel addressed its youngest foal; no God I have seen in the desert whole. The father said: ‘Filly thy foot slips when; you would see thy self, to God also then.’* * Due to too much load on his back his foot is likely to slip, of course when he is grown up).