ghusse ko jaane dije na tyori chadhaiye
main galiyan bhi aap ki khain ab aaiye

let go of your anger pray, do not raise your brow
i've endured your curses too, so come to me now

raftar ka jo fitna utha tha so ho chuka
ab baithe baithe aur koi fitna uthaiye

mischief that your manner raised, has come to a pause
sitting still, some other havoc, you should try to cause

mera to kya dahan hai jo bose ka lun main nam
gali bhi mujh ko dije to goya jalaiye

where do i possess a mouth, your kiss to expect?
even if you call me names, then i shall resurrect

bola kisi se main bhi to kya kuchh ghazab hua
itni si baat ka na batangad banaiye

even if i told someone, was it out of form?
for such a minor matter, do not raise a storm

aisa na ho ki jae shitabi se dam nikal
chaak-e-jigar se pahle mera munh silaiye

hope it happens not, in haste, that my breath depart
let my mouth be sewn before, the tear that's in my heart

rakkha jo ek shahid ki turbat pe us ne panw
aai sada ye wan se ki daman uthaiye

when upon a martyr's grave, she went to plant her feet
from within a plea arose / "raise your hemline's pleat"

bikte hain tere nam se hum ai kamand-e-zulf
tujh ko bhi chhod dijiye to kis ke kahaiye

o one with lasso tresses, i'm traded by your name
if i gave you up, as well, what brand would i claim?

us ki gali na maktab-e-tiflan hai 'mushafi'
ta chand jaiye sahar aur sham aaiye

'mus.hafi', her street is not / a school where children learn
that every morn you venture there, and each dusk return