Aks Uss Ka Mere Aaeena-e-Idraak Mein Hai
Events as yet folded in the scroll of Time
Reflect in the mirror of my perception.
Teri Taqdeer Mere Nala-e-Bebaak Mein Hai
Neither the planets, nor the spinning skies—
Only my bold song—can tell you your destiny.
Ya Zara Nam Abhi Tere Khs-o-Khashak Mein Hai
Either my sighs are devoid of fire,
Or else your straw and thorns as yet retain some sap;
Zinda Ho Jaye Woh Atish Ke Teri Khak Mein Hai
Yet perchance my morning song
May quicken the fire that your dust contains—
Gharche Uljhi Huwi Taqdeer Ke Paichaak Mein Hai
The dust that will break the spell of the passing time one day,
Though it is entangled in the skein of Fate as yet.