ما از خدای گم شدہ ایم او بجستجوست

ما از خدای گم شدہ ایم او بجستجوستچون ما نیازمند و گرفتار آرزوست

We are gone astray from God; he is searching upon the road, for like us, He is need entire and the prisoner of desire.

گاہی بہ برگ لالہ نویسد پیام خویشگاہی درون سینہ مرغان بہ ہای و ہوست

On the tulip’s petal He writes the message His heart indites, yea, and His voice is heard in the passionate song of the bird.

در نرگس آرمید کہ بیند جمال ماچندان کرشمہ دان کہ نگاہش بہ گفتگوست

He lay in the iris’ fold our loveliness to behold; bright cup of the ardent gaze whose glance is a hymn of praise!

آہی سحر گہی کہ زند در فراق مابیرون و اندرون زبر و زیر و چار سوست

Parted from us, forlorn He sighs with the breath of morn, within and out He doth stand, around, and on every hand.

ہنگامہ بست از پی دیدار خاکئینظارہ را بہانہ تماشای رنگ و بوست

Great riot created He a creature of clay to see, fashioned the piercing view to gaze upon mortal hue.

پنہان بہ ذرہ ذرہ و ناآشنا ہنوزپیدا چو ماہتاب و بہ آغوش کاخ و کوست

Hidden in every grain not yet is He known to man, though bright as the full moon’s grace in cottage and street is His face.

در خاکدان ما گہر زندگے گم استاین گوہری کہ گم شدہ مائیم یا کہ اوست

In our envelope all of dust the jewel of life is lost; is it we, or Himself (O say), this pearl that is gone astray?