Naala iss shor se kyun mera duhaai deta

My cry for justice calls your rule unkind; In your high deafness, cause for this I find.

See how for smallest things is grace designed; The boundless heavens in a pupil I find.

A million sorrows by the fates assigned I could endure, but in your absence, pain I find.

Praise the mad, thorny path your steps enshrined; In blistered feet, proof of this praise I find.

This stream of tears will make her gaze grow blind To me; in these two eyes, this fate I find.

Give all creation to this greedy mankind, And in their mouths, no word for "enough" I find.

The sun's own claws in twilight's blood defined, But in your hennaed hand, a deeper red I find.

Who'd seek your mirrored hall, to stay inclined, If not for the humility I find?

I am the prey who, if left unconfined, The path back to the hunter's snare I find.

Whose coyness taught the world this art combined? The wine-cup's kiss with winking eye I find.

If you would truly see, Zauq, look behind The veil; through the heart's window, sight I find.