Tu dost kisu ka bhi sitam-gar na hua tha

To all the world, my friend, you were a tyrant star, But such a common cruelty, my fate had not yet become.

Fate cast me out, a phantom moon, my nascent light to mar; Before the sun, a worthy rival I had not yet become.

From time's first dawn, our grace is set to meet our spirit's par; This drop inside my eye, a perfect pearl had not yet become.

Until I saw my love's great presence set the world ajar, A believer in the Last Day's chaos I had not yet become.

My simple heart is glad her anger raises a new bar; The lesson of our longing, a repeat had not yet become.

My river of transgression dried, my soul it could not char; The hem of my own garment, even damp had not yet become.

Asad, my art was drawn from my heart's burning scar; That fire-temple, for the salamander a fief had not yet become.