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 ³ب¾è
ÂìÇان، 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