O Pathos of Love! You are a glossy pearl. Beware; you should not appear among strangers.

The theatre of your display is concealed under the veil; the modern audience' eye accepts only the visible display.

New breeze has arrived in the Existence' garden O Pathos of Love! Now there is no pleasure in display.

Beware! You should not be striving for ostentation! You should not be obligated to the nightingale's lament!

The tulip's wine-cup should be devoid of wine. The dew's tear should be a mere drop of water.

Your secret should be hidden in the bosom somewhere; your heart-melting tear should not be your betrayer.

The flowery-styled poet's tongue should not be talking. Separation's complaint should not be concealed in flute's music.

This age is a critic, go and somewhere conceal yourself in the heart in which you are residing conceal yourself.

The learning's surprise is neglecting* you, beware! Your immature eye is not the seeker of Truth, beware. (The present day scientific knowledge has revealed many things which astonish mankind. In these circumstances love, especially Divine Love is a nebulous concept to most people and does not seem to produce any tangible results, on account of which it is neglected by them.)

Let the elegant thought remain in search of Truth. Let your wisdom-loving eye remain in astonishment.

This is not the garden whose spring you may be. This is not the audience worthy of your appearance.

This audience is the lover of the material sights. The purpose of your sight is the closet of secrecy.

Every heart is intoxicated with the wine of thinking; something different is the Toor of the Kalims of this age. (Sub-conscious Longing to see God is lacking in the present day so called seekers of the Truth.)