“Tamanna chaani deedaruk Chumo yemberzale bumbroo Phachis yan Lejis vichhnai Gajis chaani kaley bumbroo.”
Beloved, how I yearn for your sight Like the yemberzal for her bee! These eyes have always ached for you Ever since I bloomed.
“Karan mahjoor chu husnas gath vanan yaaras patho akh kath Ye dil deewan gow cxei path Beyis sith na raley bumbroo.”
My heart has gone mad after you And it’s you and only you That can claim the ardent passion of my heart!
“Kahaan maikhane ka darwaaza Ghalib aur kahaan vaaiz. Par itna jaantay hain kal voh jaata tha ke ham nikle”
The preacher and the bar’s entrance are way apart. yet I saw him entering the bar as I was leaving!
“Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle. Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle”
thousands of desires, each worth dying for. Many of them I have realized, yet I yearn for more
“Khuda khud meer-e majlis bood andar laamakan Khusrau. Muhammad shamm-e mehfil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.”
God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court. Oh Khusrau, where (the face of) the Prophet too was shedding light like a candle.
“Nami danam chi manzil bood shab jaay ki man boodam. Baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.”
I wonder what was the place where I was last night. All around me were half-slaughtered victims of love, tossing about in agony.