For some background on the Mughal poet and Sufi known as Bedil Dehlvi, see this post.

You are here to be bewitched
by tastes and colours
in this workshop of repetitions

Many are the springs here
that blossom and vanish
in this fickle rose garden

And every dawn carries but this message –
All ye heedless ones
this is a place of borrowed humour

Secrets within the inner realms of the heart
are not to be divined here
Bedil, all we have is a faint Sound
resonating within the heart’s ear

Translation Vraje Abramian