Momin Khuda Ke Waste Aisa Makan Na Chhod

‘momin’ ḳhuda ke vaste aisa makan na chhod

dozaḳh men Daal ḳhuld 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

na-char denge aur kisi ḳhub-ru ko dil

achchha tu apni ḳhu-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

zaḳhmi kiya udu ko to marna muhal hai

qurban ja.un 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

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