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.