O, whom he misgives into singing bird is wrong
I didn't think anyone carry this stingy feature for long
If all peoples' ears would listen to its sound
Its sound will be not lessened or multiplied
If not I took care form thy meteor would burn me
I should eavesdrop to distant place probably
If Zaryab the musical was alive then he heard me
He would be dissolved at jealousy and died sadly
Don't be grudger upon my hearing tiring to copy
It is a sound can play instead of soul in the body
Yet wine I don't drink it now and formerly
I don't come to thee unless I am satisfied totally