Listen to me for a moment
Tell us the tales of your romance
In this Allah-created world
Everyone is asking
What good will it do
If you hide the
secrets of your love.
(O ya! my 'Aatish' friend,
You think you are the smarty one.
If her mom comes to know that
I meet with her daughter
in the dark alleys at nights,
She would spare no moment
And come running after me with
A pair of her old sandals.
She would hit my scalp to pulp
Till I lose all my hair.)
sun to sahī jahāñ meñ hai terā fasāna kyā
kahtī hai tujh ko ḳhalq-e-ḳhudā ġhā.ebāna kyā
- HAIDAR ALI AATISH
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