وفا ناآشنا بیگانہ خو بود

وفا ناآشنا بیگانہ خو بودنگاہش بیقرار از جستجو بودچو دید او را پرید از سینۂ منندانستم کہ دست آموز او بود

Stranger it was, nor faithfulness did know, its gaze was restless, searching to and fro:
When it beheld Him, from my breast it flew – I knew not that His hand had taught it so.