mā āshiq-e-husn-e-rū-e-yārem
be-tāb ze-zulf-e-tāb dārem
We adore our beloved’s beautiful face,
And lose all calm in the play of his flowing hair.
mā az do-jahāñ ba-juz visālash
hech ārzū-e-digar na-dārem
In both worlds, there is nothing we long for
Except the warmth of his nearness.
ze-hastī-e-ḳhud nishāñ na-yābam
chuuñ mast ze-jām-e-vasl-e-yārem
We’ve forgotten what we are,
For love’s union has made us drunk.
mā baada ze-la.al-e-yār noshem
az jām-o-subū ḳhabar na-dārem
We drink from his soft crimson lips,
And know nothing of cups or wine.
āzād shudem az do-ālam
chuuñ basta-e-zulf-e-āñ nigārem
We are free from worldly grief,
Because his dark hair is our sweetest prison.
ai 'auhadī' iiñ sharaf ba-mā bas
ḳhud rā ze-sagān-e-ū shumārem
O Auhadi, the highest honour for me
Is to belong, even humbly, to him.
ma aashiq-e-husn-e-ru-e-yarem
be-tab ze-zulf-e-tab darem
We adore our beloved’s beautiful face,
And lose all calm in the play of his flowing hair.
ma az do-jahan ba-juz visalash
hech aarzu-e-digar na-darem
In both worlds, there is nothing we long for
Except the warmth of his nearness.
ze-hasti-e-KHud nishan na-yabam
chun mast ze-jam-e-wasl-e-yarem
We’ve forgotten what we are,
For love’s union has made us drunk.
ma baada ze-lal-e-yar noshem
az jam-o-subu KHabar na-darem
We drink from his soft crimson lips,
And know nothing of cups or wine.
aazad shudem az do-alam
chun basta-e-zulf-e-an nigarem
We are free from worldly grief,
Because his dark hair is our sweetest prison.
ai 'auhadi' in sharaf ba-ma bas
KHud ra ze-sagan-e-u shumarem
O Auhadi, the highest honour for me
Is to belong, even humbly, to him.
- Book : Naghmat-e-Sima (Pg. 241)
- Publication : Noorulhasan Maudoodi Sabri (1935)
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