shauq har rag rakib-e-sar-o-saamaan nikalaa
qais tasvir ke parde me bhi uriyaan nikalaa

zakhm ne daad na di tagi-e-dil ki yaa rab
tir bhi sinaa-e-bismil se par-afshaan nikalaa

bu-e-gul naalaa-e-dil dud-d-charaag-e-mahafil
jo teri bazm se nikalaa so parishaan nikalaa

dil-e-hasaratazadaa thaa maa_il-e-lazaat-e-dard
kaam yaaro kaa ba-qadr-e-lab-o-dandaa nikalaa

hai nau-aamoz-e-fan himmat-e-dushwaar pasand
sakht mushqil hai ki yah kaam bhi aasaan nikalaa

dil me phir giriye ne ik shor uthaayaa 'gaalib'
aah jo qataraa na nikalaa thaa so tufaan nikalaa

Desire, a rival in every hue, possessed my all,
Qais, even in portrait's veil, stripped bare and fell.
The wound gave no praise to the heart's tight plight, O Lord,
The arrow, too, from the heart, a flurry to tell.

The rose's scent, the heart's lament, smoke from the lamp's light,
Who left your gathering, scattered and forlorn, they fell.
The heart, a prisoner of longing, craved the taste of pain,
Friends' deeds, in measure of lips and teeth, unveiled.

The novice of art, embraces hardship as their friend,
It's hard, this task, yet easy, this truth compelled.
Within the heart, tears rise again, a clamorous sound,
Alas, the drop that wouldn't fall, a storm now swelled.