و،ئن؟ ò êïëاô ؟ðô ـíï ـ ئڻئن؟ ـíï ـ
ئن، Ç ðóڙðè آڱðóÄن، ن، ðóاÄ ،î
!وئئðô ðîت îئريھ ن ðè ïsئن، Äïs êô}
( 12 داμÇئن ،òìôȽ ÄÇ)
I don't know, what happened? Where am I going?
The hands, wrists and fingers I would clinch
to wreck them all
The celebration is on in other houses
whereas I have lost the Beloved.
وڻêô، íï»ìè واð Çڙا، ـ{òھ jـ Çن
!Çڻò ðכ ôîðئرو èئن ،òڻïs ìj Çڳ
( 10 داμÇئن ،òìôȽ ÄÇ)
Calls after the calls, echo among the trees
It is a long way to the Beloved
may be he hears them all.
،ارðì ́ ́ ئت ئ íë ئ، تð ́ íë ́ ئت ئ íë
.!ðóå وnóئريھ åـ،ـê§ jـnئر، Äjت òïëئ
( 10 داμÇئن ،òìôȽ ÄÇ)
Neither any talk nor any discourse is there
nor even any casual reference to love
No one talks of love any more
may be the poor love has moved out.