Mohiuddin Dagar was on his lute,

One that gave sound as could tame a brute;

Upon the Veena of Rudra, like a rapt god he played

The alaap of Yaman – and an empyrean tune was made.

And then my life’s burden was taken,

From a deadly stupor I was shaken –

And before me, to my amazement I found:

Vāṇī, the Goddess of Speech, unconfound.