
Irfan is ogling and stareing once more;
He will trip up and get ensnared somewhere.
You wrong me and then ask naively;
My Good Sir, How are you getting on today?
I am perplexed and understand not what it all means;
She is holding out a promise and i smile incredulously.
Indeed, it is I that am pitted against my heart, It is I that am cruel;
And you are the glory, the mine, and the life of fidelity.
Of all virtues, faithfulness alone managed to escape you and fell to my lot;
Otherwise which of the good qualities have you left for the world?
The same old greumbling over separation, the same whining about love;
Have you no other story to tell, O Irfan?
The mischevious eye, the roving glance, the gay look;
You must remould your face to find a place for modesty in it.
Irfan stays put wherever he sits;
He is not one of those that will quit your assembly.
I am being carried away by my passionate love and she tells all;
Look, how befuddled one gets by too much drinking.
Separation from the beloved and the company of the ascetic;
There is so much to torture one even in paradise.
I had just got a chance to plead my love in private;
Lo appeared there my death sentence.
Perfect hopelessness leads to indifference;
You have peace of mind when you have no desires.
The skirt of hope is not above ones reach;
The responsibility for the failure to reach it lies with the hand that falls short of it.
I did not see the face of the joys that once were mine;
It is wrong to say that the days and nights are still revolving.
The travellers bound for the Ka’aabah arrived at the same resting place;
The only difference being that some came one way and others pursued another path.
It is true only of springtude;
The days of youth return not.
The memory of the beloved visits every mind with a peculiar anguish;
The complaint of one person bears no resemblance to that of another.
Of the truth of this sorrow ask the withered rose;
Who does not recall the days of youth in old age!
What use is it if you pray to God a thousand times!
The true prayer is one that sometimes springs from the heart.