Just as the moon’s silver boat is drowned in the storm of sun’s light at the break of dawn; Just as the moon-like lotus disappears behind the veil of light in the moon-lit night; Just like the Kalim’s radiant palm in the Toor’s effulgence and the flower bud’s fragrance in the wave of garden’s breeze; Similar is my heart in the flood of Thy Love.

If Thou art the assembly, I am the assembly’s splendor. If Thou art the Beauty’s thunder, I am the produce of Love. If Thou art the dawn, my tears are Thy dew. If I am traveler’s night, Thou art my twilight. My heart harbors Thy disheveled hair locks. My bewilderment is created by Thy picture. Thy Beauty is Perfect, my Love is perfect.

Thou art the spring’s breeze for my poetry’s garden; Thou gave tranquillity to my restless imagination. Since Thy Love took residence in my breast; new lights have been added to my mirror. Love’s nature gets stimulation for Perfection from Beauty.My hope’s trees flourished through Thy favour. My caravan has reached its destination.