قلندران کہ بہ تسخیر آب و گل کوشندز شاہ باج ستانند و خرقہ می پوشند

Qalanders, who to their sway. Water strive to win and clay,From the monarch tribute bear. Though the beggar’s robe they wear.

بہ جلوت اند و کمندی بہ مہر و مہ پیچندبہ خلوت اند و زمان و مکان در آغوشند

They appear, and round the sun. And the moon their rope is spun;They retire, and in their breast. Time and Space repose at rest.

بروز بزم سراپا چو پرنیان و حریربروز رزم خود آگاہ و تن فراموشند

When the revel rules the day. Bright as shimmering silks are they.Yet when battle is toward. For the sacrifice prepared.

نظام تازہ بچرخ دو رنگ می بخشندستارہ ہای کہن را جنازہ بر دوشند

A new order they devise. For the broad and dappled skies,Bear the ancient stars and all. On their backs to funeral.

زمانہ از رخ فردا گشود بند نقابمعاشران ہمہ سر مست بادۂ دوشند

Time hath from her face untied. Morrow’s veil, to lay aside;Yet to-day men still delight. In the wine of yesternight.

بلب رسید مرا آن سخن کہ نتوان گفتبحیرتم کہ فقیہان شہر خاموشند

Hovers on my lip the word. That must never be declared;Strange, the learned of the town. Silent are, nor even frown!