Warasta uss se hain ke mohabbat hi kyun na ho

So free am I, that even love's own state, come what may. So treat me with a pure and simple hate, come what may.

My weakness drains the warmth from my embrace; A burden is love's mark, a heavy weight, come what may.

I am aggrieved you speak of someone new, Though you may frame it as a lover's bait, come what may.

They say for every pain a cure is known; Then why not one for love's unhappy fate, come what may.

My helplessness has kept the world at bay; From my own self I shrink, in shame-filled state, come what may.

A man's own mind is a chaotic scene; Though solitude we think it, Judgment's state, come what may.

The weak will's turmoil is its own regret; So take no lesson from the world's cruel fate, come what may.

This freedom is no cause for acting strange; Don't fear the self or others, seal your fate, come what may.

Can grief for life's lost chances ever fade, Though life is spent in prayer, arriving late, come what may.

From that cruel beauty's door, Asad won't move, Though Doomsday falls upon his head, his fate, come what may.