1. The bird of thought has sung and soared
Since you crafted the ode towards a branch

2. You are no stranger, for you are Nizam's garden
With blossoms its branches bear

3. If you are a cloud of eloquence
You deserve that we see rain from you

4. That is poetry which rhetoric has crowned
And which magic of expression has kohl-lined its eyelid

5. Your handwriting matched its beauty so we were guided
What beauty has the disabled dressed in

6. And in it one of disappearance is seen in an expression
So we thought the crescent was a full moon

7. You are the sea of composition pouring pearls
Rising in value and delighting the ear

8. And you possess gentleness for the heat of speech
While upon others the ode bears fruit