Ussay apnai dard ki fikr thi, woh jo mera wakif-e-haal tha,
Woh jo us ki subhe-e-urooj thi, wohi mera waqt-e-zawaal tha,
Woh mila tou sadiyon k baad bhi, mere lab pe koi gila na tha,
Ussay meri chup nai rola dia, jissai gutagu main kamal tha!
He who knew the state of my heart, was worried of his pain,
The bright dawn of his day, the dark sunset of my life,
To meet after centuries, and still not a word of complaint,
My silence made him cry, he who was a master of words!
- Poet Unkown
Woh jo us ki subhe-e-urooj thi, wohi mera waqt-e-zawaal tha,
Woh mila tou sadiyon k baad bhi, mere lab pe koi gila na tha,
Ussay meri chup nai rola dia, jissai gutagu main kamal tha!
He who knew the state of my heart, was worried of his pain,
The bright dawn of his day, the dark sunset of my life,
To meet after centuries, and still not a word of complaint,
My silence made him cry, he who was a master of words!
- Poet Unkown
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