Zehaal-e-miskeen makun taghaful, varaye naina banaye batiyan. Ke taab-e-hijran nadaram ay jaan, Na leho kahe lagaye chatiyan.Shaban-e-hijran daraz chun zulf, Wa roz-e-waslat cho umre kotah.Sakhi piya ko jo main na dekhun, To kaise kaTun andheri ratiyan.Yakayak az dil do chashm-e-jadu, Basad farebum bebuld taskin. Kisay padi hai jo ja sunaye, Piyare pi ko hamari batiyan, Cho shama sozan cho zaraa hairan, zameher aame bagashte makhir, Na nind naina na ang chaina, Na aap aaven na bhejen patiyan, Bahaq-e-roz-e-visaal-e-dilbar, Ke daad mara gharib Khusro. Sapet man ke varaye rakhun, Jo jaye paun piya ke khatiyan. Do not look at my poor heart, Beloved, as long as our eyes remain locked and we make memories of our union. I am forever lost and bewildered as the Love I have been shown does not provide me with any news. Desire that covers a girl’s locks and is as short as one’s youth is akin to the longing I have known. How then will I survive this long night? The arrow of love that has pierced the heart of poor Khusrow is one he holds dear not knowing how long he has been given time to be with his Beloved. God.