عشق میں کوئی زماں اور نہ مکاں ہوتا ہے وہ دو عالم …

O Allah, the foreigners of the passion! Oops the deception!
There is a assumption of love on their hatred

Only one heart is that temple, that one temple of love
In which there is a voice of Azan in the Nakos.

We have separated from them in such a way that we have come saying, ′′ Alas
Like a tear flowing from the eyes

What will be the position in favor of beauty?
We don't even pay the right to love?

Even in your inflammation, you feel the hell.
The flame of a stranger's fire is also smoke

The style of sorrow depends on the one who listens
Otherwise, to whom do you tell the situation?

It's something else fun to burn in the fire of a stranger
Otherwise, even a promise itself is a flame.

Alas, in this love, the youth of a man dies.
As the unfortunate person gets young on the same day

In love, the world of nature is bismil.
When the world of love is heavy on the heart

Bismil Saeedi