آشنا ہر خار را از قصۂ ما ساختی

آشنا ہر خار را از قصۂ ما ساختیدر بیابان جنون بردی و رسوا ساختی

You have made every thorn prick us and know our tale. You took us to the wilderness of madness, and let everybody know.

جرم ما از دانہ ئی تقصیر او از سجدہ ئےنے بہ آن بیچارہ میسازی نہ با ما ساختی

Our fault was we ate of a grain, and his that he refused to bow. You never pardoned that poor devil, nor have You yet forgiven us.

صد جہان میروید از کشت خیال ما چو گلیک جہان و آنہم از خون تمنا ساختی

A hundred worlds spring up like flowers from our imagination’s soil. There is but one real world; and that too you have made of the blood of murdered wishes.

پرتو حسن تو می افتد برون مانند رنگصورت می پردہ از دیوار مینا ساختی

Like colour the reflection of Your beauty shines through the glass. You have made of the goblet’s wall a screen for Yourself, just like wine.

طرح نو افکن کہ ما جدت پسند افتادہ ایماین چہ حیرت خانہ ئی امروز و فردا ساختی

O, lay some new foundation, for we happen to like novelty. What is this giddy peep-how You have made of yesterdays, to-morrows and to-days?