That man alone in lire shall find to aim and end a certain sign: Whose eyes in pitch dark night can see, and like the eyes of panther shine.

The slaves can get repose and rest in world confined by Time and Space: But men of high and noble birth haven't leisure in worldly race.

The progress great that West has made, has bedazzled your eyes a deal. May Prophet (S.A.W.) guard your precious sight; to vouch him God did Najm reveal!

These revels do not last for long, like guests they stay for a breath or so: The bowls of wine that glint like stars, are soon deprived of gloss and glow.

The books have marred your taste and zest to such a great and vast extent that breeze of morn has also failed to give you clue of rose and scent.