Hazaron khwahishen aisi...

Myriad and yet each solitary wish

One that I could die for

Unnumbered the desires I possessed

Innumerable those I yearn for.

Neither brick nor unfeeling stone,

Should the heart not brim with pain?

Useless than to question tears

Unceasing, though they vain.

No flicker enlivens my grasp

My eyes are still alive

Let the glass remain

Leave the wine alone.