hasti apni habab ki si hai
hastī apnī habāb kī sī hai
ye numā.ish sarāb kī sī hai
my life is like a bubble now
mirage-like appears this show
nāzukī us ke lab kī kyā kahiye
pañkhuḌī ik gulāb kī sī hai
the softness of her lips is close
to velvet petals of a rose
chashm-e-dil khol is bhī aalam par
yaañ kī auqāt ḳhvāb kī sī hai
do let your heart's eye see this world
tis but a dreamlike state unfurled
baar baar us ke dar pe jaatā huuñ
hālat ab iztirāb kī sī hai
repeatedly to her address
I go, lo, such is my distress
nuqta-e-ḳhāl se tirā abrū
bait ik intiḳhāb kī sī hai
your brow inscribed upon your skin
a line of poetry akin
maiñ jo bolā kahā ki ye āvāz
usī ḳhāna-ḳharāb kī sī hai
when I spoke out, she did complain
that derelict is here again
ātish-e-ġham meñ dil bhunā shāyad
der se bū kabāb kī sī hai
this heart long burnt in sorrow's hell
there is a barbecue like smell
dekhiye abr kī tarah ab ke
merī chashm-e-pur-āb kī sī hai
just as a monsoon cloud appears
these eyes of mine are full of tears
'mīr' un nīm-bāz āñkhoñ meñ
saarī mastī sharāb kī sī hai
miir in her half-ope eyes there is
the fullness of wine's heady bliss
hasti apni habab ki si hai
ye numaish sarab ki si hai
my life is like a bubble now
mirage-like appears this show
nazuki us ke lab ki kya kahiye
pankhuDi ek gulab ki si hai
the softness of her lips is close
to velvet petals of a rose
chashm-e-dil khol is bhi aalam par
yan ki auqat KHwab ki si hai
do let your heart's eye see this world
tis but a dreamlike state unfurled
bar bar us ke dar pe jata hun
haalat ab iztirab ki si hai
repeatedly to her address
I go, lo, such is my distress
nuqta-e-KHal se tera abru
bait ek intiKHab ki si hai
your brow inscribed upon your skin
a line of poetry akin
main jo bola kaha ki ye aawaz
usi KHana-KHarab ki si hai
when I spoke out, she did complain
that derelict is here again
aatish-e-gham mein dil bhuna shayad
der se bu kabab ki si hai
this heart long burnt in sorrow's hell
there is a barbecue like smell
dekhiye abr ki tarah ab ke
meri chashm-e-pur-ab ki si hai
just as a monsoon cloud appears
these eyes of mine are full of tears
'mir' un nim-baz aankhon mein
sari masti sharab ki si hai
miir in her half-ope eyes there is
the fullness of wine's heady bliss
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