(Translated from the Urdu by by Maaz Bin Bilal.)
Think this your luggage, take these fireflies,
Your path would be gloomy, take my tears and cries.
Keep scales made of gold by your side,
And as you want, you’d sell even your lies.
It’s not a body that could be touched, name it,
Call it Ķhushbu, fragrance, etherize.
You have to travel to unseen heights,
Be safe; take my arms for your tries.
I wish no wall to be put up in our yard,
My brother, keep my share, don’t abscise.
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