رہ دراز بریدم ز ماہ پرسیدمسفر نصیب، نصیب تو منزلی است کہ نیستجہان ز پرتو سیمای تو سمن زاریفروغ داغ تو از جلوۂ دلی است کہ نیستسوی ستارہ رقیبانہ دید و ہیچ نگفت

English translation

I traveled far, and asked the moon, ‘Your lot is to keep traveling, is it also your lot to reach a destination?
Your face sends out rays that turn the world into a land of Jasmine. But does the radiance of the scar on your face come from the glow of a heart or not? It cast a jealous glance at the star; it did not say a word.

Translated by Mustansir Mir