Ke Hazar Sajde Tarap Rahe Hain Meri Jabeen-e-Niaz Mein
For once, O awaited Reality, reveal Yourself in a form material,
For a thousand prostrations are quivering eagerly in my submissive brow.
Woh Surood Kya Ke Chupa Huwa Ho Sakoot-e-Parda-e-Saaz Mein
Know the pleasure of tumult: thou art a tune consort with the ear!
What is that melody worth, which hides itself in the silent chords of the harp.
Ke Shikast Ho To Aziz Tar Hai Nigah-e-Aaeena Saaz Mein
Do not try to protect them, your mirror is the mirror
Which would be dearer in the Maker's eye if they broken are
Na Teri Hikayat-e-Souz Mein, Na Meri Hadees-e-Gudaz Mein
During circumambulation the moth exclaimed, "Those past effects
Neither in your story of pathos, nor in my tale of love are"
Mere Jurm-e-Khana Kharab Ko Tere Ufuw-e-Banda Nawaz Mein
My dark misdeeds found no refuge in the wide world—
The only refuge they found was in Your Gracious Forgiveness
Na Woh Ghaznavi Mein Tarap Rahi, Na Kham Hai Zulf-e-Ayaz Mein
Neither love has that warmth, nor beauty has that humour
Neither that restlessness in Ghaznavi nor those curls in the hair locks of Ayaz are,
Tera Dil To Hai Sanam Ashna, Tujhe Kya Mile Ga Namaz Mein
Even as I laid down my head in prostration a cry arose from the ground:
Your heart is in materialism, no rewards for your prayers are.