kurbato me bhi judaa_i ke zamaane maange
dil wo be-mehar ki rone ke bahaane maange

apanaa ye haal ki ji haar chuke, lut bhi chuke
aur muhabbat vahi adaaz puraane maange

ham na hote to kisi aur ke charche hote
khalqat-e-shahar to kahane ko fasaane maange

yahi dil thaa ki tarasataa thaa maraasim ke liye
ab yahi tark-e-ta_alluq ke bahaane maange

dil kisi haal pe thaame hi nahi jaam-e-karaar
mil gaye tum bhi to kyaa aur na jaane maange

Even in nearness, it craves a world apart,
That heart, so cruel, still seeks a reason to weep.
My state, to yield and lose, a broken start,
Yet love demands the ways it used to keep.

Were I not here, another's name would rise,
The city's folk would weave their tales anew.
This very heart, that longed for ties, now cries,
And finds in severance the things it craves to do.

This heart, at peace, knows not the cup's embrace,
Though you are found, it seeks what else is missed.