Feeling tearing winds
Do not make the streets of thinking too tight.
Spread the scaled claims to the heart
Do not make the wall more high.
Let’s keep an eye out for thorns
Do not make Ahle Chaman play ground rage.
The fresh air brings with the broom and the freshness
Do not make Building-e-Garuriyat so bullish ..
Hafiz Ilm then come and become excavator
Do not make habit of eccentric passion.
Garden gardens, mountainous forest and dandy ponds
Do not make Adi Bast Naama city Kankar’s mound.
Who has found some magical powers
Do not make havells on the foundation of human beings.
Garroor is the Tail of the Takht
Do not make Galshanadam the political market of Fareb ..
The exchequer is the dignitary human digging
Do not make fake Deen-o-Khidamat a nominal profession.