پھر وہی ہم ہیں، خیالِ رُخِ زیبا ہے وہی سرِ شوریدہ…

My friend has again handled the grain and price
My neck is the same, the trap of love is the same

Again he is busy in the picture.
In the veins of life, the thorn of desire is the same

Again the same continuation of pride and pride.
The beauty is the same, the taste is the same.

Then it happened that it is difficult for us to save heart and heart.
We have the same demand for the pride of pride

Naz again started the style of Niaz
The inhuman beauty has again claimed to be inhuman.

I am fond of seeing the garden, then I am fond of seeing it again.
The flower of Shadab is same, the nightingale of Shida is same

And then the spark of the thunder shines.
He is the same, the flame of love.

I wish I fell in love again that idol did.
Again in the lips of my beloved, he is the one who is the Messiah.

Pass of Namos again wanted to leave.
The fame of beauty is the same, the love of disgrace is the same

Again the story of Laila and Majnu is refreshed.
His world is the same, the map of Niranga is the same

(Slave Beg Niranga)