Kya kahun apne chaman se main juda kyonkar hua

What can I say of how I was parted from my garden, how did it come to be? And a captive in the snare of desire, how did it come to be?

It is a thing of wonder that I am the worst in all the world; How then was this mantle of nobility bestowed upon me, how could it be so?

On Sinai, there was a demand to see and be seen; What do you know, O heart, of how the verdict was passed, how did it transpire?

The wish to be without wishes is itself a desire; So how was the bird of my heart freed from the trap of longing, how did this happen?

Those who can truly see, see You even here in this world; So why is Judgment's promised day so testing of our patience, how did it come to be?

Could it be that perfect beauty itself caused this unveiling? The One who was hidden in veils—how did He become self-revealing, how did it happen so?

The prescription of death still remains, O pain of separation! The healer must be mad; how did I become incurable, how could it be so?

Have you ever witnessed, O discerning eye, how the rose, Born from the dust, came to be robed in vibrant color, how did it come to be?

The purpose of questioning my deeds was only my disgrace; Otherwise, all was known: what happened, and how it came to be.

The spectacle of my effacement was a sight to behold; How can I tell you how our encounter came to be?