dil me ab dard-e-mohabbat ke siva kuch bhi nahi
jindagi meri ibadat ke siva kuch bhi nahi
main teri bargah-e-naaj mein kya pesh karu
meri jholi mein muhabbat ke siva kuch bhi nahi

baargah-e-naaj darbar ki khdmat shan
ae khuda mujhse na le mere gunaho ka hisab
mere pas ashk-e-nadamat ke siva kuch bhi nahi

ashk-e-nadamat pashchatap ke aansu
wo to mit kar mujh ko mil hi gayi rahat warna
jindagi ranj-o-musibat ke siva kuch bhi nahi
ranj-o-musibat manmutav aur takleef

Within my heart, save love's ache, naught remains,
My life, save devotion, nothing sustains.
Before your court, what offering can I bring?
Within my humble pouch, save love, no thing.

In your divine court, service is my grace,
O God, of my sins, take no account or trace.
I have but tears of sorrow to display,
My only offering on this judgment day.

These tears of rue, a cleansing, bitter rain,
That in their flowing, grant relief from pain.
For were they absent, life's harsh truth is this:
Save suffering and sorrow, nothing I can kiss.