mujh se pahli si mohabbat meri mahbub na mang main ne samjha tha ki tu hai to darakhshan hai hayat tera gham hai to gham-e-dahr ka jhagda kya hai teri surat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat teri aankhon ke siwa duniya mein rakkha kya hai tu jo mil jae to taqdir nigun ho jae yun na tha main ne faqat chaha tha yun ho jae aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siwa rahaten aur bhi hain wasl ki rahat ke siwa do not ask of me, my love an-ginat sadiyon ke tarik bahimana tilism resham o atlas o kamkhab mein bunwae hue ja-ba-ja bikte hue kucha-o-bazar mein jism khak mein luthde hue khun mein nahlae hue do not ask of me, my love, that love i once had for you. there was a time when life was bright and young and blooming, and your sorrow was much more than any other pain. your beauty gave the spring everlasting youth your eyes, yes your eyes were everything, all else was vain. while you were mine, i thought, the word was mine. though now i know that it was not reality, that's the way i imagined it to be for there are other sorrow in the world than love, and other pleasures, too. woven in silk and stain and brocade, those dark and brutal curses of countless centuries: bodies bathed in blood, smeared with dust, sold from market-place to market-place, bodies risen from the cauldron of disease pus dripping from their festering sores- my eyes must also turn to these, you're beautiful still, my love but i am helpless too for there are other sorrow in the world than love, and other pleasures too. do not ask of me, my love, the love i once had for you! jism nikle hue amraaz ke tannuron se pip bahti hui galte hue nasuron se laut jati hai udhar ko bhi nazar kya kije ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn magar kya kije aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siwa rahaten aur bhi hain wasl ki rahat ke siwa mujh se pahli si mohabbat meri mahbub na mang