Based on a verse of Sa'ib

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”