موت

شنیدم مرگ با یزدان چنین گفتچہ بے نم چشم ن کز گل بزایدچو جان او بگیرم شرمسارمولی او را ز مردن عار ناید

The death once said to God in this way, how shameless his eyes’ though made from clay.
When I take out his soul I feel a shame, he feels no shame, but, to die with bad name.

ثباتش دہ کہ میر شش جہات استبدست او زمام کائنات استنگردد شرمسار از خواری مرگکہ نامحرم ز ناموس حیات است

To king of six nooks give a lasting soul, who holds the reins of the cosmos whole.
He is not ashamed of death’s disgrace, as he knows not yet life’s honour and grace.
In this quatrain the Angel of Death (Izrail) is addressing God.