Those who yearn for the Beloved
sleep not but pass the night in tears.
، آmئم §ò !،áÊئÙ ۾، Âôèان òº ³ب¾è--́ éئم Äô ́ ¦Âì++ ،òئm ÂôÇ --Çـä ـïئن Çئèـ++.êئô دور ن دوìÇئð μèئن ، øم م، ð ¹ï( 6 داμÇئن ôæئڻ، êéó ÄÇ)In the arena of love, O’ lover! Be a target
“The arrows received on your front”
“would make a sieve of you”, says Latif
Utter not a word lest it may push you away
at a distance from the Beloved.
jئئن، Äôj òm،ا ۾، Âôèان، òº ³ب¾èÂìÇان، tìôÇئر ي§ِا ، ڌ،ر،ڻ ڌار دڙ ، وڍڻ ÄÇ.åئò è¾بðبê èئ ڏzئن، ðèن ڏÂìóا( 6 داμÇئن ôæئڻ، êéó ÄÇ)The true lovers have set their foot
on the arena of love
It is their decoration to be beheaded
and be torn from limb to limb
I saw them offering themselves in sacrifice for the Beloved.
،vj jاڏو Ä ۾، Âôèان òº ³ب¾è!v êô μèئن ،êóÄtì ڌڙ ðÇريھ، ÄÇ