A heart awake to man imparts Umar’s brains and Hyder’s manly parts: If watchful heart a man may hold, his dross is changed to sterling gold.

Beget a heart alive and sound, for, if it be in slumber bound, you cannot strike a deadly blow, nor even I can daring show.

If sense of smell be full and stunted, the musk-deer never can be hunted: If bereft of sense of smelling true, surmise and guess can yield no clue.

My sighs no more I can withhold, when Muslims’ sloth I do behold: If Muslims do not mend their way, magians their luck might steal away.

These simple thralls of Yours, O Lord, from every house and door are barred: For kings, no less the acolytes, are fraudulent and hypocrites.

The freedom that this age does grant does ever freedom’s essence want: Though freedom seems to outward sight, yet is no less than prison tight.

O Lord of Yathrib! Cure provide for doubts that in my breast abide: My wisdom to the West is due, girdled my faith like Brahman true.