O dejected nightingale your lament is immature still; you should hold it in your breast for a little while still.

If Intellect is prudent it is considered mature. If Love is prudent it is considered immature still.

Love fearlessly jumped into the fire of Namrud; Intellect is absorbed in the spectacle from roof-top still.

Love moves fast in action under the messenger’s precept; Intellect has not even understood the Love’s message still.

The way of Love is freedom and world revolution; you are imprisoned in day and night’s temple still.

On the plea of temperance the cup-bearer says rudely: In your heart is the same anxiety for the end still.

Constant struggle is the measure for life’s Kamm and Kaif; your measure is the counting of days and nights still.

O spring rain! How long this miserliness? The tulips of my hillside are thirsty still.

They are accustomed to Ajam’s wine I have the Arab wine; my cup makes wine-drinkers startled still.

Zepheyr has brought news about Iqbal from the garden: The newly seized is writhing under the net still.