Based on a Verse of Saib

O Iqbal! In what a place you have constructed your nest
In this garden song is the prelude to nightingale's disgrace!

Though you are planting the sparks of the Valley of Aiman
Sprouting of seed of Sinai is not possible in this soil

The bud cannot be a flower even with the force of breath
Where everything is devoid of the exigency of self-development

Outrageous that the nature of garden's denizens is asleep
Neither old age's heart is awake nor the youth is courageous

When the intelligent hearts fall asleep in breasts
For the singer sweet music is changed to poison

Fly away from this garden if music's restraint is impossible
As better than this assembly is the seclusion of some wilderness

Manifestation of Lailah is much better in wilderness
City's strait is unable to contain wilderness beauty