ashiyan jal gaya gulista lut gaya
ab kafas se nikal kar kidhar jayege
kitne manus saiyad se ho gaye
ab rihayi milegi to mar jayege
ashiyan jal gaya gulista lut gaya

kale kale vo gesu shikan-dar-shikan
vo tabassum ka alam chaman-dar-chaman
khich li un ki tasavir dil ne mere
ab vo daman bacha kar kidhar jayege
ashiyan jal gaya gulista lut gaya

aur kuch din ye dastur-e-maikhana hai
tashnakami ke ye din guzar jayege
mere saaqi ko nazre uthane to do
jitne khali hai sab jaam bhar jayege
ashiyan jal gaya gulista lut gaya

ashq-e-gam leke akhir kahan jaye ham
ansuo ki yaha koi kimat nahi
sap hi apna daman badha dijiye
varna moti zami par bikhar jayege
ashiyan jal gaya gulista lut gaya

aye nasim-e-sahar tujhko un ki kasam
un se ja kar na kahna mera hal-e-gam
mere mitne ka dar to nahi hai mujhe
dar ye hai un ke gesu bikhar jayege
ashiyan jal gaya gulista lut gaya

The nest is ash, the garden plundered, lost.
From this cage, where can we turn our flight?
So used to the hunter's gentle hand,
Release will bring a death within the light.
The nest is ash, the garden plundered, lost.

Those dark tresses, each a shadowed fold,
That smile, a garden in the soul's domain.
My heart has captured them, a treasured hold,
Where, now, shall they escape the echoing pain?
The nest is ash, the garden plundered, lost.

A few more days, the tavern's custom holds,
These thirsty days, they surely fade away.
Let my Saqi raise their eyes, behold,
And every empty goblet will obey.
The nest is ash, the garden plundered, lost.

With tears of sorrow, where can we now roam?
Here, tears are worthless, valueless, unseen.
Extend your own embrace, a sheltering home,
Or else, like pearls, they'll scatter on the green.
The nest is ash, the garden plundered, lost.

O morning breeze, by their presence sworn,
Do not reveal to them my mournful plight.
I fear not my own end, though I am torn,
But that their dark, lovely tresses lose their light.
The nest is ash, the garden plundered, lost.