Who is this composer of ghazals, who is burningly passionate and cheerful? He makes the thoughts of the wise full of madness.

Although poverty also has royal characteristics, kingship is only half complete without a kingdom.

Now in the cell of the Sufi, the same poverty has not remained: The poverty whose charter is written in the blood of the hearts of lions.

Ah circle of dervishes, see how the man of God is, in whose collar is the tumult of Judgment’s Day!

Who is as bright as a flame by the heat of repetition of God’s name; who is quicker than the lightning by the swiftness of his thought.

Kingship gives rise to signs of madness: They are the scalpels of Allah, be they Taimur or Genghis.

Thus Iraq and Persia give me praise for my verse: This Indian infidels sheds blood without swords or spears.