ahad-e-gam me bhi muskuraate hai
aansuo ke diye jalaate hai

apane daaman se kis liye ai dost
shamm-e-hasti meri bujhaate hai

unake dar se jabi ko takaraakar
apani taqadir ko banaate hai

Smiling still in sorrow's vow,
We light the lamps of tear-filled now.

Why, O friend, from your own fold,
Do you extinguish my life's gold?

Bowing low before their door,
We shape our fate forevermore.