I always remain roaming like the morning breeze. Roaming is more pleasant in Love than destination.

The restless heart reached the land of the Saint of Sanjar; where the cure for the malady of impatience is available. (Saint of Sanjar: Another name of Khawajah Mu`in al-Din Chishti R.A.)

The longing of my heart had not yet reached the lips; the tongue was about to be obligated to the power of speech.

A voice came from the tomb; the Haram’s inhabitants have a complaint against you, O renouncer of ancestors’ ways!

O Qais! How has your internal warmth cooled down? Because Lailah still has the same ways of her old self.

The seed of ‘La Ilaha’ did not sprout in your barren soil; the sterility of your nature is universally disgraced.

O imprudent one! Do you know what your life is? It is the builder of synagogues, full of church music.

Though your training has been in the House of God; your rebellious heart is the lover of temple.

‘You learnt fidelity from us but used it on others. You snatched a pearl from us but sacrificed it on others.’