جامن والیاں روحِ شاعر آج پھر ہے وجد میں آئی ہوئی…

The soul of the poet is again in ecstasy today.
Black clouds are covered in mango gardens.

Mast Bhanora echoes on mountains and deserts.
The soul roams around in the fear of a savage

The thorn of desert blossomed with the clouds.
The dust of the garden is descended by the waves of clouds and fragrance.

Rivers are flowing like the songs of Sawan.
The coals are singing, the weather is suffering.

The people of Jamun are coming with pride.
Strangeness in the eyes, the trick is taken

Some sleep drowned due to the addiction of age
A little bit of senses from the hull of lightning

Plants stuck in the clouds are in the hands and feet.
Fields of sunshine are beautiful.

We have handled the basket of heads with both hands
Hands are like yawn, eyes are shy

The feet are delicate, they are wet with the water of the road.
Legislators, eating this bill from their youth.

This bow down from the eyes of young people again and again
These eyes are terrified in the streets of the city.

(Josh Malih Abadi)