mutazir kab se gair hai teri taqarir kaa
baat kar tujh pe gumaan hone lagaa tasavir kaa

raat kyaa soye ki baaki umr ki nid ud gayi
khwaab kyaa dekhaa ki dhadakaa lag gayaa taabir kaa

kaise paayaa thaa tujhe phir kis tarah khoyaa tujhe
mujh saa munkir bhi to qaayal ho gayaa taqadir kaa

jaane kis aalam me tu bichhadaa ki hai tere bagair
aaj tak har naqsh fariyaadi meri taharir kaa

jisako bhi chaahaa badi shiddat se chaahaa hai 'faraaz'
silasilaa tutaa nahi hai dard ki zajir kaa

Waiting, since when, for your words, a stranger's plea,
Speaking so, I begin to doubt the real, the seen.
Slept one night, and the rest of life's sleep fled,
Dreamed a dream, and dread of its meaning keen.

How I found you, then lost you, a mystery deep,
Even I, the denier, now fate's disciple, I weep.
In what realm did you vanish, apart from me,
Every image, a lament in my writing's keep.

Whomever I loved, with such fierce intensity,
'Faraz', the chain of pain never ceased to be,
The link unbroken, the hurt's enduring decree.