بہرحالی کہ بودم خوش سرودمنقاب از روی ھر معنی گشودم

I kept beaming face in this or that case,I raised the old veils from the meaning face.

مپرس از اضطراب من کہ با دوستدمی بودم دمے دیگر نبودم

At such a high pitch to craves I brought,That one breath I had the other had not.