عشق

آن حرف دلفروز کہ راز ہست و راز نیستمن فاش گویمت کہ شنید از کجا شنیددزدید ز آسمان و بہ گل گفت شبنمشبلبل ز گل شنید و ز بلبل صبا شنید

Let me expose to you who heard, and where, that heart-enkindling word which is, and which is not, a mystery.
Dew stole it from the sky, and dropped it in the rose’s ear. The rose passed it on to the nightingale, which sang it to the breezes as a wail.