All swans are swans, none of them is impureThey make the pond fragrantwhere they even pass a night.،وôî ðôîر íë ¹ìî ،يÄè ðèر وóئ.ðº ئÄôëن ðڙن وري، ðô وêÓ( 1 داμÇئن ئراäó، ÄÇ)All peacocks are dead, not a single swan survivesNow the malicious Kanero birdsinhabit the mother-land only.، îـ،ـ¹ì òئðÇ ، Çـ،ـÄ ðÇ،وÄj ðÇ òqj ðÇ
،íï»ìè ئò ð»ìïìj ðèن ،ðóوڙÄj ºئن òïôj
.ـÄيـِ íï»ìè ð èئري ðÇ ، íïڏë» ðº êïìº ڏäó
The bird and the cage are the same( 2 داμÇئن ئراäó، ÄÇ)the swan and pond too are oneLooking within myself I learnt the secretThe one who is heart brokenis the hunter within one's own self.۾، ڻjئ êì íë Äjت ،ê ́و ðô وڳÄ.ðڻïs yôè èئڙìîئئن ،نئôqj ðÈj( 1 داμÇئن ،Äîڏ ÄÇ)They move about in flocksthey never break away their connections