‘momin’ khuda ke vaste aisa makan na chhod
dozakh men daal khuld ko ku-e-butan na chhod
for sake of God! momin from leaving this house refrain
let paradise to hell consign, leave not the idol’s lane
ashiq to jante hain vo ai dil yahi sahi
har-chand be-asar hai par aah o fughan na chhod
that she knows you love her, O heart this much you gain
don’t give up your lamentation, though it be in vain
us tab-e-naznin ko kahan tab-e-infial
jasus mere vaste ai bad-guman na chhod
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na-char denge aur kisi khub-ru ko dil
achchha tu apni khu-e-bad ai bad-zaban na chhod
some other gentle beauty will now on my heart sustain
your petulance, abusiveness, you’re welcome to retain
zakhmi kiya udu ko to marna muhal hai
qurban jaun tere mujhe nim-jan na chhod
if you wound my rival, dying will be hard then too
don’t leave me half-alive I will give my life for you,
kuchh kuchh durust zid se tiri ho chale hain vo
yak-chand aur kaj-ravi ai asman na chhod
She seems to have improved somewhat at your insistence
with your wayward gait o Sky don’t for a while dispense
jis kuche men guzar saba ka na ho sake
ai andalib us ke liye gulsitan na chhod
any street, access to which, zephyrs will never gain
O nightingale do not forsake the garden for that lane
gar phir bhi ashk aaen to janun ki ishq hai
huqqe ka munh se ghair ki janib dhuan na chhod
if even then, his eyes tear up, his love is true I’ll know
smoke, into my rival’s face, when you cease to blow
hota hai is jahim men hasil visal-e-jaur
‘momin’ ajab bahisht hai dair-e-mughan na chhod
you will meet the virgins here, in this fiery domain
momin as paradise is myth, immersed in wine remain