(Adapted from Ralph Waldo Emerson) Farewell O worldly companions! I am going to my homeland. I am feeling unhappy in this well populated wilderness.

I am very much dejected, unsuitable for assemblies I am; neither you are suitable for me nor suitable for you I am.

The king's audience and the minister's bed-chamber each is a prison; the golden chain's prisoner will break himself free from this prison.

Though much pleasure is in embellishing your assembly, but some kind of strangeness is in your acquaintance.

I remained long in company of your self centered people; I remain restless for long like the waves of the ocean.

I remained long in your luxury gatherings; I remained long searching for light in the darkness.

I searched long for the rose' sight among thorns; Ah! I have not found that Yusuf in your market place. (Yusuf (A.S.) possessed both material and spiritual beauty, which has become proverbial in Islamic literature. Looking for and not getting Yusuf (A.S.) is metaphorically used for searching for and failing to find some invaluable object such as knowledge.)

The perplexed eye for another scene is searching; as storm-stricken my eye for coast is searching.

Leaving your garden like fragrance I am going. Farewell! O worldly company I am going to the homeland.

I have made my home in the quietness of the mountain side. Ah! I do not get this pleasure in conversation's music!

Associate of Nargis-i-Shahlah, and rose's companion I am; the garden is my homeland, nightingale's associate I am. (Nargis-i-Shahlah: The narcissus which is reddish-blue instead of white or yellow. Nargis-i-Shahlah is invaluable on account of being very rare.)

The sound of the spring's music lulls me to sleep. The morning cuckoo from the green carpet wakes me up.

کنج: کونہ، گوشہ۔ Everyone in the world assemblage social life likes the poet's heart but the solitude's corner likes.

I am verged on lunacy by being perturbed in habitations, for whom I am searching, roaming in the mountain valleys?\

Whose love makes me roam in the meadows? And makes me sleep on the spring's banks?

You taunt me that fond of the corner of retirement I am. Look O imprudent one! Messenger of Nature's assembly I am.

Compatriot of the elms, turtle dove's confidante I am! In this garden's silence in the state of anxiety I am!

If I do hear something it is only to tell others. If I do see something it is only to show others.

My heart is a lover of retirement, proud of my home I am. Scoffing at the thrones of Dara and Sikandar I am.

How enchanting is the act of lying under the trees, as now and then my sight falls at the evening star.

Where in the strange house of learning can this be seen! The secret of universe can only in the rose petal be seen.