Ishq taasir se na-umeed nahin

Love's true effect, a hopeless deed is not, A life laid down, a barren weed is not.

A kingdom passes, hand to hand conveyed, This cup of wine, the ring of Jamsheed is not.

Your splendor is the source of all that's real, No atom from the sun, Khursheed, is not.

I only fear my love's name would be shamed, Or else to dying I would pay no heed is not.

I fear the changing hues of passing bliss, A grief eternal is a tyrant's creed is not.

They say that hope is what all people need, But hope for life itself, for us, indeed, is not.