Maraz-e-ishq jise ho use kya yaad rahe

When love's a sickness taking hold, what can the mind enthrall? No thought of cure remains, no prayer escapes the fall, and still recall.

The one on whom your memory rests, what else can he at all Remember of this world? He will not heed God's call, and still recall.

A hundred victims writhe in dust, a scene beyond your wall; So carve a sign upon my heart, a mark however small, and still recall.

O gracious one, if you have sworn to answer to my call, Then tie a knot within your sash, lest memory should fall, and still recall.

What word can your mad lover's man bring from your guarded wall? He cannot find the house, nor your address at all, and still recall.

And should you see me on the path, my lord, beyond the wall, Just turn your face away from me—that gesture says it all, and still recall.

What hope for sense from one you've charmed, now held within your thrall? He can't recall the meal he ate last night, before his fall, and still recall.

When your sharp knife is at the throat of one held in your thrall, I only pray you speak God's name, before you let him fall, and still recall.

Don't scatter my poor, wasted dust outside your alley wall; O morning breeze, I tell you this, let my remains not fall, and still recall.

If you should come upon my grave, let your soft footstep fall Upon my chest, a sign for those who answer to love's call, and still recall.

Your lover finds no peace beneath the Tuba tree so tall; In paradise he'll miss the air that blows beyond your wall, and still recall.

And if you ever cease the cruelties that now enthrall, Then give your lover not a thought, no memory at all, and still recall.

This is no balm upon my heart, but a hot coal to scald; O healer, do not touch it with your fingers, be appalled, and still recall.

My heart's own wound spoke to the ones who held it in their thrall: “So now you know the taste of love, you've savored it in all,” and still recall.

The school of Love has different rules that other schools enthrall; You don't remember what you've read, nor what you wrote at all, and still recall.

If you would live in Truth itself, let your own ego fall; The one who can forget the self is one who knows God's call, and still recall.

The realm of beauty is divine, O Zauq, beyond doubt's wall; So go and sit within the idol-house, that you may God recall, and still recall.