udhar baalo me kanghi ho rahi hai kham nikalta hai
idhar rag rag se khich khich kar hamara dam nikalta hai

zulfo ki sunehari chhaanv tale
ik aag lagi do dip jale
jab pehali nazar ke tir chale
mat puchh ki dil par kya guzari

jab pyaar hue do nain mile
jab aayi bahaar aur phul khile
jab baat hui aur lab na hile
mat puchh ki dil par kya guzari

itna saa hai dil kaa afsana
apna na huaa ik begaana
nazare to mili aur dil na mile
kuchh unase hame shiqave na gile
kyaa khub mile ulfat ke sile
mat puchh ki dil par kya guzari

rah rah ke tadpana ghabrana
har baat pe dil bhar bhar aana
aansu bhi bahe sina bhi jale
armaan ajab kaanto me dhale
is pyaar se ham bepyaar bhale
mat puchh ki dil par kya guzari

The comb descends, a curve appears in hair,
While from each vein, our very breath does tear.

Beneath the golden shadow of those tresses,
A fire ignites, two lamps their light possess,
When first the arrows of a glance did fly,
Ask not the heart what then did pass it by.

When love bloomed forth, and eyes did intertwine,
When spring arrived, and flowers did entwine,
When words were spun, though lips did not yet move,
Ask not the heart what then was meant to prove.

So slight a tale, the heart's brief reverie,
A stranger's touch, it could not set us free.
Eyes met, yet souls remained apart,
No grievances, no sorrow in the heart.
What recompense love's cruelties impart?
Ask not the heart what tore it all apart.

To yearn and tremble, in constant despair,
At every word, a heart that overflows,
Tears did they flow, and the breast consumed by fire,
Desires transformed, on thorns did they expire,
From such a love, we'd rather be without,
Ask not the heart, the pain that it must shout.