The Creator Himself made
Whom the poet classified
Whom the poet classified

The Creator Himself made
Whom the poet classified
The Creator Himself made
Whom the poet classified
The letters dissolve him by naming him ‘Sartaaj’, the name verified
Letters of ecstasy

I son of the script of my mother tongue
In its symbols I stride
My Mother tongue has given me the Letters of ecstasy to play that intoxicated in its pride

They got in charity whom
The flowers should vide
They got in charity whom
The flowers should vide
The letters are of thorns
Uneven lands which abides
It’s given to you for play
But it actually belongs to someone else

I son of the script of my mother tongue
In its symbols I stride
My Mother tongue has given me the Letters of ecstasy to play that intoxicated in its pride