Lagta nahin hai dil mera ujrhey dayyar mein :My heart has no repose in this despoiled land
Who has ever felt fulfilled in this futile world?
The nightingale complains about neither the sentinel nor the hunter
Fate had decreed imprisonment during the harvest of spring
Tell these longings to go elsewhere
What space is there for them in this besmirched heart
Sitting on a branch of flowers
The nightingale rejoices
It has strewn thorns in the garden of my heart
I asked for a long life, I received four days
Two passed in desire,two in waiting
The days of life are over
And the evening has fallen
I shall sleep legs outstretched in my tomb
How unfortunate is Zafar !
For his burial
Not even two yards of land he was granted
In the land of his beloved!