O house! Your resident is now residing in the West. Ah! The land of the East was not liked by him.

Today my heart is convinced of this truth: The light of the separation's day is darker than night.

‘As from his departure's breast the scar is picked up; sight is asleep in my eyes like the extinguished candle.’

I am fond of seclusion, I hate the habitation. I run away from the city in excruciation of love.

I make the heart restless from the olden days' memory; for satisfaction I come ardently running towards you.

Though the eye is familiar with your nook and corner, still some strangeness is apparent from my speed.

My heart's speck was just to be acquainted with the sun. The broken mirror was just to expand into the universe.

The tree of my longings was just going to green up. Ah! What does any one know what I was going to be!

Mercy's cloud gathered up its skirt from my garden and departed; rained a little over the flower buds of my desires and departed.

Where are you! O Kalim of the pinnacle Sina of learning! Your breath was the breeze promoting the joy of learning.

Gone is that zeal for walking in the vast expanse of learning! In my intellect also you were the inspirer of love of learning.

‘Where is Lailah's fervor, so as to decorate Love again; may make the dust of Majnun mixed with wilderness again.

The wilderness of solitude will open the fate's knot; I shall reach you after breaking the chains of the Punjab.

The bewildered eye looks upon your picture, but how can one searching for speech be happy?

‘No power to speak the picture's mouth has; silence is the speech which the picture has.’