shikwe ke nam se be-mehr khafa hota hai ye bhi mat kah ki jo kahiye to gila hota hai unkind, at mere mention of complaint she is annoyed do not even utter this as grievance is implied pur hun main shikwe se yun rag se jaise baja ek zara chhediye phir dekhiye kya hota hai i am so full of complaint, as instruments with air you have to but lightly blow, and then see what is there go samajhta nahin par husn-e-talafi dekho shikwa-e-jaur se sargarm-e-jafa hota hai although she is naïve yet see, how well she makes amends at complaints of tyranny, more cruelty attends ishq ki rah mein hai charkh-e-makaukab ki wo chaal sust-rau jaise koi aabla-pa hota hai in love's path the star filled sky's footsteps are so effete as of one who slowly moves with blisters on his feet kyun na thahren hadaf-e-nawak-e-bedad ki hum aap utha late hain gar tir khata hota hai target of cruelty's missiles why should i not be myself i gather and return arrows that miss me khub tha pahle se hote jo hum apne bad-khwah ki bhala chahte hain aur bura hota hai had i wished ill on myself would be of greater use coz when now i hope for good, calamity accrues nala jata tha pare arsh se mera aur ab lab tak aata hai jo aisa hi rasa hota hai my plaints went past the heavens once but it is, they now barely reach up to my lips, if successful somehow khama mera ki wo hai bar-bud-e-bazm-e-sukhan shah ki madh mein yun naghma-sara hota hai my quill is the bard baarbud in gatherings of rhyme just like him breaks into song praising the king sublime ai shahanshah-e-kawakib sipah-o-mehr-e-alam tere ikram ka haq kis se ada hota hai mighty king with stars for troops, whose standard is the sun he who can repay your kindness, is there anyone? sat aqlim ka hasil jo faraham kije to wo lashkar ka tere nal-e-baha hota hai wealth of seven continents even if were to be would merely meet the ransom set by your cavalry har mahine mein jo ye badr se hota hai hilal aastan par tere mah nasiya sa hota hai every month from full moon to a crescent it tis because upon your doorstep supplicates it's brow main jo gustakh hun aain-e-ghazal-khwani mein ye bhi tera hi karam zauq-faza hota hai my audacity of style in gazal-rendering your kindness is the cause for this zest o mighty king rakhiyo 'ghaalib' mujhe is talkh-nawai mein muaf aaj kuchh dard mere dil mein siwa hota hai pardon me for bitterness that now my songs possess the poignancy of pain in my heart is in excess