Waqt-e-peeri shabaab ki baatein

In fading years, of youth we live without, we talk about; Of fleeting dreams whose truth we start to doubt, we talk about.

Look how it draws me back to that old place, This ruinous heart, its wild and frantic rout, we talk about.

Oh Preacher, leave your tales of paradise, Of wine and meat, we raise a joyful shout, we talk about.

My love, do you recall, or have you let them go? Those moonlit nights, beyond all shades of doubt, we talk about.

When whispers bring my reputation low, These falling tears, what gossip spreads about, we talk about.

I love to tease her, just to make her cross, And hear with joy her sharp and angry shout, we talk about.

So lift the cup of wine up to your lips, And cast the veil of modesty and doubt, we talk about.

My heart, this frantic state will be my shame, The panicked pulse you cannot live without, we talk about.

Please, good advisor, leave me to my gloom, Your sober sense just puts my spirit out, we talk about.

The story of her dark and tangled hair, A lover's maze of torment and of doubt, we talk about.

When passion's fever burns all reason, Zauq, How can a patient heart hold any clout, we talk about.