Several forms of death are hidden in the arts of slavery, what I can say about hypnotics of slavery.

Its songs are devoid of warmth of life; it over-runs a wall (if life) like a spate of flash flood.

Slave’s forehead (appearance) is dark like his heart; notes of his music are (insipid) like his spirit.

Fire of life in his frozen (disappointed) heart is extinguished; he can neither relish his present nor think of better future.

His lute (melody) betrays his inner-self; his musical instruments carriy death of entire city.

It (his song or melody) makes you (the listener) weak and sick; and (the listener) gets fed up of the world.

Perpetual flow of tears is his eyes’ surmah (black stone like metal ground into powder which in this part of the world people apply in eyes to beautify and clean them); as far possible do not pay attention to his flute.

Beware! His is the song of death; it is has nothing but death in the sound (of his song).

If you are thirsty, his Haram has no Zamzam; death of mankind is hidden in lows and highs of his voice.

It deprives the heart of fire (of ambitions) and makes it sad; it pours poison into the glass of wine of Jamshaid (promising nothing but death).

Listen my brother! Grief is of two kinds; take my flame to lighten your candle of awareness.

One kind of grief eats up the man; the other kind is that eats up all types of worries.

Second type of grief is our best companion (friend); in its company one gets rid of all the worries.

In this type of worry one has hustle of east and west; it is like the sea in which all the beings are submerged.

When this (kind of grief) nestles in a heart; it turns that heart into sea without shores.

Because slavery is unaware of secrets of life; so its song is devoid of second type of grief.

I do not say that that its notes are wrong; but its (ups and downs) suit the song of a widow.

Song should be forceful, like flash flood; so that it washes away hordes of grief (camping) in the heart.

It should be fostered by madness (extreme feeling) of True Love; it must inflame fire in the blood of the heart.

Moisture (of his eyes; the tears) adds to the flames of fire; so that silence be made part of it.

Do you know! There is a stage in melody which when reached one converses without using words.

If melody is lit by True Love, it becomes candle of Nature; it imparts shape to its meanings.

I do not know the essence of meanings, but its shape is apparent and we are well acquainted with it.

If song is devoid of meaning then it is dead (worthless) even if some warmth of life is left in it; that is nothing more than remaining warmth in ashes left-over after fire.

My spiritual mentor Rumi disclosed secrets of the meanings; my thought (in trance) prostrates on the mat of his door.

The meaning is that which liberates you from yourself; that which makes you free of all obligations of any shape, or physical form.

The meaning is not that turns you blind and deaf; one that absorbs a person into mere (physical) form.

Our musician did not pay attention to the meaning (essence); they are fond of lyrics (words) not the meanings.