Mushkil Hai Guzar Iss Mein Be-Nala’ay Atishnaak
The ancient fane in which we live has heaps of thorns at every turn;
Too hard to cross it safe and sound without the aid of sighs that burn.
The tale of quarry shot by Love is simple, brief and not too long:
The victim feels the joy of prick and then the rest of saddle thong.
Samjhe Ga Na Tu Jab Taak Be Rang Na Ho Adraak
Haftad Wa Do Millat = Islam Ke 72 Firqe
The sterling truth to Muslim taught, In feuds of different sects is lost;
How can you catch this truth again, with bias if your mind be fraught?
Hai Jazb-E-Musalani Sirr-E-Falak-Ul-Aflaak
One is the outward form of faith, the other its spirit deep and true:
He, who quaffs its spirits deep, brings secrets hidden to his view.
Ne Rah-E-Amal Paida Ne Shakh-E-Yaqeen Namnaak
O pilgrim wise, If passion strong for faith you lack,
The bough of faith shall whither fast, Obscure and dim become the path.
Har Shauq Nahin Gustakh, Har Jazb Nahin Bebaak
Courage and valour are the signs by which the state of Love is known:
Not every zeal is pert and rude, Nor daring by ev’ry person shown.
Ya Apna Grebaan Chaak Ya Daman-E-Yazdaan Chaak!
On the Day of Judgement too my frenzy will not let me rest:
With Mighty God I shall contend or rend to fragments my own vest.