Manhood stands tall and high, and becomes madness; The self takes leave of being and becomes ecstasy. When iron sated with blood embraces love, It turns into a bewildered sitar string. When time robs man of love and the loved one, He sees the beloved's glory and his own. How man sprouts when he sits down in dust!

na may sta da nari shudi dy pakar na da zulfi wal pa wal laka khamar na da bati pashan danga ghari ghwaram nargasay stargy na daki da khumar na ghakhuna dy lal…

Death, go somewhere, get lost! I'm not done as yet - Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.

But death blinds you, unaware of man's fall - An autumn that steals the flower from the flower peddler. Death is testimony of god's love and mercy for man - A …

There are people who exist in this world not like entities but like the speckles or spots on something.

Sports is human life in microcosm.

We and the labouring world are passing by: Amid men's souls, that waver and give place Like the pale waters in their wintry race, Under the passing stars, foam…