Tere ishq ki inteha chahta hoon

The final reach of Your Love is what I seek; Behold my simplicity, what I beseech is what I seek.

Be it torment, or the promise of unveiling, A trial that will test my faith is what I seek.

Let the pious keep their blessed Paradise; To stand before Your very face is what I seek.

I am just a heart, so small, yet so audacious, That "Lan Tarani"—"You shall not see Me"—to hear again is what I seek.

O people of this gathering, my time is but a breath, A lamp at dawn, to be put out by grace, is what I seek.

In this full assembly, a secret I've made plain; I am so shameless; the penalty of pain is what I seek.