Although he is free, yet lives as a prisoner,
Although he is a king, yet lives as a mystic (fakir) .
Behold the level of his belief in Almighty God,
He lives the life of riches in the house of sands.
Then he leaves with a promise 'not to come back, '
The one living in the wind as a fragrance.
The enemy of my life flows into the veins,
And count my breath by sitting inside my heart.
Whoever lived this life to its fullest,
He will tell you it is nothing but a bubble burst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem