Sab ko duniya ki hawas khwaar liye phirti hai

The lust for this world is a wretched chain that drives me on; Who follows it? This carrion's path in vain that drives me on.

My sun, my Khurshid, would not leave his home; The market's fever, a consuming strain, drives me on.

My star of fate turns in its twisted way; It makes the heavens bow their heads in pain, and drives me on.

What fatal signal did your brow convey, That Doom now wields a sword to have me slain, and drives me on?

To that one place I swore I would not go, My restless heart returns, and then again, and drives me on.