kyun rakhu main ab apni kalam mein syahi,
jab koi armaan dil mein machalta hi nahi,
na jane kyun sabhi shak karte hain mujh par,
jab koi sukha phool meri kitabmain milta hi nahi
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.
Usne Raat Ke Andhere Mai
Mere Hath Ki Hatheli Pe
Likha Tha Apni Ungli Se
Mujhe Pyar Hai Tum Se
Jane Kaisi Siyahi Thi Wo
Ke Mitti Bhi Nahi Or Dikhti Bhi Nahi.
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are.