گانٛٹھ کیاہ زانہِ آیُر وسُن

گانٛٹھ کیاہ زانہِ آیُر وسُن

Gaanth kyaah zaani aayur wasun

What could a scavenging kite ever know of the majestic, purposeful dive of a falcon?

مٲنٛٹھ کیاہ زانہِ موٚدُر واٹھ

Maanth kyaah zaani modur waath

What could an earthen pot ever know of the sweetness of the rich broth it holds?

شٲنٛٹھ کیاہ زانہِ لٮؠلہٕ نٕے رسُن

Shaanth kyaah zaani leli nay rasun

What could the passionless ever know of the agonizing, ecstatic wails of true love?

ہٲنٛٹھ کیاہ زانہِ پرٛسُن کرٛاٹھ

Haanth kyaah zaani prasun kraath

And what could a barren woman ever comprehend of the excruciating, life-giving pangs of birth?