Kyun na ho chashm-e-butaan mahv-e-taghaful kyun na ho

Why not her idol-eyes in deep neglect be cast? For this sick patient, from the sight, is ordered fast.

My dying wish to see her face will stay a dream, Alas, what failure! Her cruel one's dagger is too keen.

The rose's cheek, Asad, recalled my beloved's face, The very fire of spring sets longing's heart ablaze.