Aah Ke Hai Ye Taegh-e-Taiz Pardagi-e-Nayam Abhi !
O Architect of Eternity! Your design is incomplete.
The days in Your world haven't changed as yet.
The slave as yet frets in the street, the master's walls are still too high.
The grace of Love—the redeemer—is not as yet bestowed upon all.
Alas! This cutting sword as yet rests in the sheath!