سوز سخن ز نالۂ مستانۂ دل است

سوز سخن ز نالۂ مستانۂ دل استاین شمع را فروغ ز پروانۂ دل است

The fervent quality of verse comes from the heart’s ecstatic cry. This candle is alight thanks to the heart, which is its moth.

مشت گلیم و ذوق فغانی نداشتیمغوغای ما ز گردش پیمانۂ دل است

A handful of mere dust, we had no gusto for lament. Our clamour is all due to the rotation of the heart’s wine-cup.

این تیرہ خاکدان کہ جھان نام کردہ ئیفرسودہ پیکری ز صنم خانۂ دل است

This dark abode of dust, which you have named the world, is just a worn-out image from the idol-temple of the heart.

اندر رصد نشستہ حکیم ستارہ بیندر جستجوی سرحد ویرانۂ دل است

Sitting in his observatory, the star-gazing astronomer is looking for the boundary of the heart’s wilderness.

لاہوتیان اسیر کمند نگاہ اوصوفی ہلاک شیوہ ترکانۂ دل است

Celestial beings are caught in the lasso of His glance. The Sufi is a victim of the depredations of the heart.

محمود غزنوی کہ صنم خانہ ہا شکستزناری بتان صنم خانۂ دل است

Mahmud of Ghazna, who razed idol-houses to the ground, himself became a votary of the heart’s idol-house.

غافل تری ز مرد مسلمان ندیدہ امدل در میان سینہ و بیگانۂ دل است

One more insouciant than the Muslim I have never seen. He has a heart in his breast, yet he is a stranger to the heart.