Ho gayi hai ghair ki sheereen-bayani kaargar

The rival’s sweet speech has banished every care; A thought of our love, the silent, is not there.

True self-control is freedom, light as air; A mirrored form, a trace of wetness is not there.

To shatter joyful gatherings brings despair; In broken glass, aught but a dagger's point is not there.

To speak the heart is to open a door, be aware; The pen's soft scratch, aught but the door's creak, is not there.