The hour of the Universe' appearance was charming; the flower-bud of life was showering smiles.

Here the golden crown, the sun was getting; there the moon its moon-light was getting.

The dark gown to the night was being given; training of brightness to stars was being given.

The Existence's branch was getting leaves here; the bud of life was bursting out there.

The angels were teaching weeping to the dew; for the first time the rose was laughing.

They were conferring pathos on the poet's heart; Khudi for the wine of Bükhudi was pining.

For the first time dark black clouds were appearing as if some Houri of Paradise with open hair was standing.

The earth was claiming elegance of the sky. The space was claiming to be boundless.

In short so beautiful the sight was that seeing it in itself a panorama was.

The angels their flying powers were testing; eternal lights from their foreheads were appearing.

An angel called Love there was; whose guidance everyone's hope was.

The angel who the embodiment of restlessness was; Angel among angels and restless like mercury he was.

He was going towards the Paradise for a stroll; he met death on its way by the destiny's roll.

He asked death: ‘What is the name and work of yours? I do not want to encounter the face of yours’.

Hearing this said the angel of death: ‘My work is clear, I am the angel of death.

I shatter the chattels of existence. I extinguish the spark of life.

The magic of annihilation is in my eyes. The message of destruction is its symhol.

But there is one entity in the Universe; it is fire, I am only mercury before it.

It lives in the human heart as a spark. It is the darling of the Divine Light.

It constantly drips as tears from the eyes: The tears whose bitterness is tolerable’.

When Love heard this from the death's lips, laughter started appearing from its lips.

The thunder of such smile descended on death: How can darkness stay in front of such light?

On seeing eternity to death it fell: Death it was, to death it fell.