درون سینۂ ما سوز آرزو ز کجاست

درون سینۂ ما سوز آرزو ز کجاست؟سبو ز ماست ولی بادہ در سبو ز کجاست؟

The ardent longing in our hearts – where does it come from? Ours is the tumbler, but the wine within – where does it come from?

گرفتم اینکہ جہان خاک و ما کف خاکیمبہ ذرہ ذرہ ما درد جستجو ز کجاست؟

I know that this world is mere dust, and that we, too, are a handful of dust. But this pain of quest that runs through our being – where does it come from?

نگاہ ما بہ گریبان کہکشان افتدجنون ما ز کجا شور ہای و ہو ز کجاست؟

Our glances reach the neckline of the Galaxy; this obsession of ours, this tumult and clamor – where does it come from?