Aah ko chahiye ik umr asar hote tak

A sigh must wait an age to take its flight, Who lives to conquer your dark hair's long night?

A hundred monsters in each breaking wave; What must a drop endure to become light?

Love calls for patience, desire's born of haste; How can the heart endure this blood-soaked night?

This separation lasts till judgment's dawn; For me, a week is heavy, till the morning's light.

I know you mean to care, you won't forget, But I'll be dust before the news takes flight.

The sunbeam teaches dewdrops how to fade; I too exist, awaiting one kind sight.

This life, O heedless one, is but a glance; The party's warmth, a spark's brief, dancing light.

What cure for life's great sorrow, Asad, say? A candle burns in every way till morning's light.