It is said, Muaarri never par-took of meat,
He survived on flower and fruit.
A friend sent to him partridge baked ,
The virtuoso, by the dodge, perchance, be plagued.
Muaarri, spied the appetizing fowl baked,
The poet of gurfan-o-lajumaat, thus, mused.
Tell me, what was your crime, O bird wretched,
For which you deserved punishment so wicked?
Alas, a hundred times,alas you were not born an eagle,
thy eye did not perceive the nature’s signal.
From the time of creation, the Dispenser of fates has ordained,
The penalty is abrupt death, for the crime of being faint and drained.
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