ai munavvar-e-har-do-a.alam ze-āftāb-e-rū-e-tū
vai mo.attar-e-mulk-e-jāñ az zulf-e-ambar bū-e-tū
From the radiance of your sun-like face both worlds are illumined,
And from the fragrance of your tresses the kingdom of souls is perfumed.
har kase rā mail-e-dil bāshad ba-sū-e-īn-o-āñ
mail-e-jān-e-mā ba-ālam niist illā sū-e-tū
All men desire one thing or another,
But the desire of my heart is not the world—it is only you.
hājiyāñ rā dil tavāf-e-ka.aba mī-ḳhvāhad vale
dā.īya-e-jānam na-bāshad ġhair-e-tauf-e-kū-e-tū
Pilgrims yearn for the Kaʿba’s circumambulation ,
But my soul longs only to walk in reverence around your street.
mī-burd az āshiqāñ har-dam ba-tarrārī-o-fan
aql-o-hosh-o-dīn-o-dil aañ nargis-e-jādū-e-tū
The enchantment of your eyes, narcissus-like and languid,
Steals with cunning the hearts, the senses, and even the faith of lovers.
chuuñ 'asīrī' ke kunad manzil ba-māvā-e-do-kaun
gar ba-yābad jā dil-e-dīvāna andar kū-e-tū
Why should Asīrī covet greatness in both worlds,
When his mad heart would rest content with a place in your lane?
ai munawwar-e-har-do-alam ze-aftab-e-ru-e-tu
wai moattar-e-mulk-e-jaan az zulf-e-ambar bu-e-tu
From the radiance of your sun-like face both worlds are illumined,
And from the fragrance of your tresses the kingdom of souls is perfumed.
har kase ra mail-e-dil bashad ba-su-e-in-o-an
mail-e-jaan-e-ma ba-alam nist illa su-e-tu
All men desire one thing or another,
But the desire of my heart is not the world—it is only you.
hajiyan ra dil tawaf-e-kaba mi-KHwahad wale
daiya-e-jaanam na-bashad ghair-e-tauf-e-ku-e-tu
Pilgrims yearn for the Kaʿba’s circumambulation ,
But my soul longs only to walk in reverence around your street.
mi-burd az aashiqan har-dam ba-tarrari-o-fan
aql-o-hosh-o-din-o-dil aan nargis-e-jadu-e-tu
The enchantment of your eyes, narcissus-like and languid,
Steals with cunning the hearts, the senses, and even the faith of lovers.
chun 'asiri' ke kunad manzil ba-mawa-e-do-kaun
gar ba-yabad ja dil-e-diwana andar ku-e-tu
Why should Asīrī covet greatness in both worlds,
When his mad heart would rest content with a place in your lane?
Source :
Book : NaGmaat-e-Simaa (Pg. 317)
Publication : Nurulhasan Maudoodi Sabri
(1935)
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