she smiled in such a way

i lost my consciousness

in my restlessness

i don’t know what i wrote to her

there is nothing great

in reaching the heights

who can cure, ‘asad’,

the sorrow of existence except death

how much pain there is

in the breeze of the dawn of deceit

when she speaks, from every word

a delightful fragrance

when my beloved raised her arms

to gather up her tresses (hair)

i couldn’t get the words out,

telling her of my heart’s state

seeking to be virtuous

while young

i too was not generous

in my conversing

you turned out just like us, brother

where were you hiding all this while?

please don’t bury me

in your lane after my murder

with such grace

did she greet me

i was ready for prayers, hearing

the mention of heavenly beauties

all my efforts and strivings

i have rendered futile

with both hands

you have looted me

the mistakes are of the past

but punishments given now

before others

figure you out

in my attempts to gain you

i have lost so much

when i asked her

from where does the moon rise

of our caravans, majrooh,

the story is this

i embrace all the pain

i dance with the sorrow

perhaps, this is the

last cruelty

keep putting lamps of heads

on the pillars of the gallows

the heart's words don't

find a voice even as a whisper