Beloved, you drove me distracted,
But you could also save me now !
Come by surprise, and fill thirsty cups
With the wine of love.

My broken heart lies captive
In the garden of love.
Couldn't you spare an odd moment
Just to watch the fun ?

A beggar of love stands at your door,
Asking for your charity;
Wouldn't a few words from you shame
The world's choicest sweets ?

Your coming caused a frenzied bloom
In Nishat and Shalamar.
Cross the Dal again, O lover of flowers,
To set the whole lake in bloom !

See what present I've brought for you -
The pupils of my eyes !
Won't you accept them and use them
As gems to adorn your ear rings ?

I said: Beloved, you broke faith,
Reducing me to ashes.
He called me void of love,
For love wouldn't question faith !

Couldn't you have shown mercy,
When you stole my heart,
In not burning even the seat
Where my heart was lodged ?

Mahjoor's gazals play fresh tunes
On the harp of love.
You could read them to know to whom
He sings and what he says.