Yak Nazar Besh Nahi Fursat-e-Hasti Ghafil

Garmi-e-Bazm Hai Ek Raqs-e-Sharar Hone Tak

Gham-e-Hasti Ka Asad Kis Se Ho Juz Marg Ilaz

Shama Har Rang Mein Jalti Hai Sahar Hone Tak!



Translation:

Leisure for life is no more than the flash of a glance, o ignorant,

The warmth of festivity is one dance of the flame,

Asad, what can cure the grief of existence, except dying,

The candle is obliged to burn before extinguishing at dawn.