|It is the sign of living nations|
their fate changes day and night;
their life is sincerity and generosity to perfection,
Nature too forgives their follies;
in manners qalandar-like, in majesty as Iskander:
these people are like naked swords.
Beauty and majesty of a self-conscious man flows from khudi:
it is the text, the rest are commentaries.
I don’t deny the splendour of the days of ‘Id,
but alas! only the takbirs of free men are acceptable to God.
What can the sage know my songs’ secret?
the words of man of madness are beyond reason’s ken.