I want to shatter the bars of my cage,
With the fluttering of my wings.
But like a caged bird in a painting,
There is no possibility of being free.
Morning breeze, tell the garden
That Spring and Autumn for me are alike.
How should I know
When one comes, and the other goes?
[Bahadur Shah Zafar. Aslam Parvez, Bahadur Shah Zafar: Anjuman Taraqqi-e Urdu Hind (New Delhi, 1986) as cited in W. Dalrymple, The Last Mughal 38.]
If anyone has the Urdu original, I would love to hear it!