|In the maze of eve and morn, o man awake, do not be lost:|
Another world there yet exists that has no future or the past.
|None knows that tumult’s worth and price which hidden lies in future’s womb:|
The mosque, the school and tavern too since long are silent like a tomb.
|In tears shed at early morn is found the gem unique and best,|
The gem, whose like is never held, by mother shell within its breast.
|The Culture New is nothing else save glamour false and show, indeed:|
If the face be fair and bright, Rouge vendors aid it does not need.
|Much care and caution must he take, who sets the music of a song:|
For oft the Voice Unseen inspires such airs as jarring are and wrong.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah