Darya-e-ashk chashm se jis aan beh gaya

When from my eyes the river of tears held sway, The very throne-room of the heavens was swept away.

Love's crucible made my heart its bleeding prey, The arrowhead of your glance was swept away.

O, zealot, why for drinking wine must I pray? In just a sip, was all my faith swept away?

Love's ocean is a storm all things obey, A helpless fist of dust was swept away.

I wrote my heart's lament in tears today, And like a boat, my pen-case was swept away.

The water-blisters burst in weeping, gray, A lonely wail to wastelands was swept away.

O, ruby of Badakhshan, on proud display, Before her lips, your value was swept away.

My life's a vessel, Zauq, on death's dark bay; When the great storm arrived, I was swept away.

Once Delhi's glory, Zauq, knew no decay, But now its vital spirit is swept away.