Listen to Dagh and Majrooh now, for after this no one in this garden will ever hear the nightingale's song again.

The poet likens master lyricists like Dāgh and Majrooh to melodic nightingales whose verses breathe life into the garden of Urdu poetry. There is a poignant sense of urgency here—a gentle reminder to cherish this golden era of effortless charm and music before it slips away forever. It reads like a tender tribute to a fading tradition, warning us that once such genuine voices fall silent, their sweetness can never truly be replaced.