वहीं थम के रह गई है मिरी रात ढलते ढलते।
Someone had met on the way, while I was on stroll.
He has simply stopped over there, my evening on roll.
जो कही गई है मुझ से वो ज़माना कह रहा है।
कि फ़साना बन गई है मिरी बात टलते टलते।
Whatever is said to me, is now on every tongue.
It is now in shape of tale, the talk has taken toll.
शब-ए-इंतिज़ार आख़िर कभी होगी मुख़्तसर भी।
ये चिराग़ बुझ रहे हैं मिरे साथ जलते जलते।
This waiting night also will sometime get shortened.
These lamps are also dimming, alight since night fall.
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