The bass and treble of minstrel's song
Much joy to human heart imparts
What is the use of pleasure that
Is e'er on wings and soon departs?
That melodious song is still unborn
And is concealed in heaven's breast,
Whose intense heat may transform
The solid stars to liquid form.
A song that may have such results
Which set men free from grief and pain,
And makes Ayaz break slavish bands
And learn like kings to rule and reign.
Perplexing maze of moon and stars
May flop down, leave their course
O God, you shall last and the cry
"God is Great", uttered with much force.
The song that jurists of the Self
Deem lawful in their mystic creed
Has been expecting since a long
A bard, who can acquit indeed.