Separation
Dunya Ke Liye Rida-e-Noori
The sun is weaving with golden thread
A mantle of light about earthʹs head;
Har Shay Ko Naseeb Hai Huzoori
Creation hushed in ecstasy,
As in the presence of the Most High.
Kya Janain Faraaq-o-Nasaboori
What can these know—stream, hill, moon, star—
Of separation’s torturing scar?
Ye Khak Hai Mehram-e-Judai
Mine is this golden grief alone,
To this dust only is this grief known.