(Set me free . . . )
O bulbul, let the freedom urge possess your soul ! Bid good bye to your cage, step out, Gather your flowers and enjoy their bloom !
Speak out bold and clear. Your voice Need not falter with fear As when you sang within your cage.
In bondage, they served you ample food. Now gather in the fields what grain you can, And see how sweet is food in freedom !
Though unfreedom made you stammer, Your call enchanted the birds of the air, For it was born of love.
You can't remain with folded wings ! Plume them, fly and see the world. See flowers now with eyes of freedom.
You don't know the latest about the garden ! Forget about the past; sing new songs now
Mahjoor, throw away this belt of bondage ! From now, you are free as a bird. Your heart commands, your voice obeys !