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mujh se pahlī sī mohabbat mirī mahbūb na maañg
mujh se pahlī sī mohabbat mirī mahbūb na maañg maiñ ne samjhā thā ki tū hai to daraḳhshāñ hai hayāt
terā ġham hai to ġham-e-dahr kā jhagḌā kyā hai terī sūrat se hai aalam meñ bahāroñ ko sabāt
terī āñkhoñ ke sivā duniyā meñ rakkhā kyā hai tū jo mil jaa.e to taqdīr nigūñ ho jaa.e
yuuñ na thā maiñ ne faqat chāhā thā yuuñ ho jaa.e aur bhī dukh haiñ zamāne meñ mohabbat ke sivā
rāhateñ aur bhī haiñ vasl kī rāhat ke sivā an-ginat sadiyoñ ke tārīk bahīmāna tilism
resham o atlas o kamḳhāb meñ bunvā.e hue jā-ba-jā bikte hue kūcha-o-bāzār meñ jism
ḳhaak meñ luThḌe hue ḳhuun meñ nahlā.e hue jism nikle hue amrāz ke tannūroñ se
piip bahtī huī galte hue nāsūroñ se lauT jaatī hai udhar ko bhī nazar kyā kiije
ab bhī dilkash hai tirā husn magar kyā kiije aur bhī dukh haiñ zamāne meñ mohabbat ke sivā
rāhateñ aur bhī haiñ vasl kī rāhat ke sivā mujh se pahlī sī mohabbat mirī mahbūb na maañg
Do not ask me for the love I once gave you I thought life was bright if you were there
If I have your sorrow, what is the world's sorrow to me? Your face gives permanence to the spring in the world
What is there in the world besides your eyes? If I find you, fate will bow down
It was not like this, I only wished it would be There are other sorrows in the world besides love
There are other comforts besides the comfort of union The dark, brutal magic of countless centuries
Woven in silk, satin, and brocade Bodies sold everywhere in streets and markets
Rolling in dust, bathed in blood Bodies emerging from the furnaces of disease
Pus flowing from festering wounds The gaze returns there, what can be done?
Your beauty is still charming, but what can be done? There are other sorrows in the world besides love
There are other comforts besides the comfort of union Do not ask me for the love I once gave you