Open thy eyes and look above, look at the streak of dawn; Look at the veiling of the vision; look at the banishment unfair; look at the battle of hope and fear.

Thine are the clouds, the rains, the skies, thine are the winds, the storms, the woods, the mountains, the rivers are thine; the world of the angels was a void; look at the peopled earth, which is thine.

Thou wilt rule it like a king; the stars will gaze in wonder; thy vision will encompass the earth; thy sighs will reach the heavens; look at the power of thy pain and passion.

The spark in thee is a radiant sun; a new world lives in thee; thou carest not for a borrowed heaven; thy life-blood has it concealed; look at the reward of anguish and toil.

Thy lyre has an eternal plaintive string, panting with the passion of love; thou guardest eternal secrets divine and livest a life of obedient power; look at the world as shaped by thy will. (Based on a translation by S A Vahid, edited by Hafeez Malik)