वहीं थम के रह गई है मिरी रात ढलते ढलते
Someone was found just walking by the way.
My night has stopped there setting midway.
जो कही गई है मुझ से वो ज़माना कह रहा है
कि फ़साना बन गई है मिरी बात टलते टलते
What's told to me is now said by everyone.
My talk has shaped in to a tale giving way.
शब-ए-इंतिज़ार आख़िर कभी होगी मुख़्तसर भी
ये चराग़ बुझ रहे हैं मिरे साथ जलते जलते
Waiting night will be at sometime be shortened.
These lamps, burning with me are giving way.
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