Arz-e naaz-e shokhi-e dandaan baraaye khanda hai

The coy display of playful teeth is a space for laughter; This claim of gathered friends, as well, is a space for laughter.

The bud in void absorbs the lesson of the flower's doom; A world of kneeling thought that follows is a space for laughter.

To sullen grief, the joy of restless pain is not allowed; Or else, to grind one's teeth in one's own heart builds a space for laughter.

My friends deny the inner storm, or else they would have known The heart's a sea of tears, while lips know but a space for laughter.

The vanity of life's self-worth is such a hollow place, That in the breaking of a heart's price rings a space for laughter.

The warning signs we see, the fleeting joys we have in hand— The breadth of two whole worlds fits in a single space for laughter.

This life's pursuit of pleasure is a thing of scorn, Asad; Like morning dew, the chance to bloom is a space for laughter.