جان هیچ و جسد هیچ و نفس هیچ و بقا هیچ
ای هستی تو ننگ عدم تا به کجا هیچ
Your soul is nothing, your body nought, your breath fleeting, and your life transient! O you whose being is an insult to nonexistence, how much longer will you cling to this pitiful nothingness
مستقبل اوهام چه مقدار جنون داشت
رفتیم و نکردیم نگاهی به قفا هیچ
What measure of future passion could possibly emerge from vague illusions? So I moved on and cast nary a backward glance
آیینهٔ امکان هوسآباد خیال ست
تمثال جنونگر نکند زنگ و صفا هیچ
The mirror of possibilities is populated by imagination’s lust. It amounts to nothing if the reflection of passion does not silver it and keep it clean
زنهار حذر کن ز فسونکاری اقبال
جز بستن دستت نگشاید ز حنا هیچ
Beware! Keep away from the spell of good fortune, for all that henna does to your hands is to shackle them.
بیدل اگر این است سر و برگ کمالت
تحقیق معانی غلط و فکر رسا هیچ
Bedil, if this is the all that your art amounts to, your search for meaning and your claims of lofty thought are but nought
Bedil











