apno ke sitam ham se bataae nahi jaate
ye haadase vo hai jo sunaae nahi jaate

kuchh kam hi talluk hai muhabbat kaa junun se
diwaane to hote hai banaae nahi jaate

ik umr ki koshish se bhulaa di hai teri yaad
lekin abhi tak yaad ke saaye nahi jaate

pyaalo me ho zaharaab ki kuchh aur ho 'faakir'
ab hotho se waapas to ye laae nahi jaate

The wounds we bear, we cannot speak their names,
These are the trials hushed, like burning flames.
Love's fever, a touch removed from reason's core,
Madness unfolds, it isn't something to implore.

An age has passed, I tried to leave you far behind,
But still, your memory, a shadow, I find.
Whether poison dwells within the goblet's guise,
Or something else, my lips, they can't revise.