With my star, what is unwell tonight?
Heaven is made by tears—hell tonight

Keep your eyes ready to cry for long
I will croon, what has befell tonight

I then raised hands in prayers to God
And belief in Lord, I won’t sell tonight

Let me see her for once and for all
It’s really last, it’s farewell tonight

I asked God—standing; lying prone tonight
Tears made visible God's throne tonight

Mi'raj—so God raised Muhammad to Skies
Then don't tell me, Lord is alone tonight

Love turned hatred—this is not her act
God! Who turned her heart stone tonight?

Ah! Holy anxiety—I am gruelled—By God
With teary eyes and hollow bone tonight

Warn my Love—shut office in real time
To shun emotional practice in real time

Challenge my sense, call me in silence
This is man who will notice in real time

Repeat the history and borrow a crime
If you don't allow the justice in real time

With my rivals, you walk hand-in-hand
You are caught accomplice in real time

Persuade me
So displease all others

Dear Love!
Wash away your guilt
Purify my wounds
With salt of your tears

In a long tussle with destiny
I believed in prayers
I was asked to keep patience
For an inconsolable period
Till Chinar Leaves would burn
Till warm rivulets would freeze
After season long battle
Divine promise was declined
That very moment
I was married to Grief

Over my illness, doctor will think tonight
With each syrup, life will shrink tonight

I am not that brave to enter grave
In an endless gorge, soul will sink tonight

If the nectar of Husayn isn't on way
Then, tell me what shall I drink tonight

And with me, pen fell down lifeless
Neither it has blood, nor it has ink tonight

Now eyes of Mirza are about to freeze
They may shut, they won't blink tonight

~
Mirza Sharafat

Let me unroll rugs, prayers to furnish tonight
Promise to my Lord may accomplish tonight

Urdu sipped my blood since years back
Let me try my grief in English tonight

Stars walked around the sky over her mansion
Eagerly gathered to know her wish tonight

Rivulets flowing down your cheeks are havoc
Oh Lord!  Who will relieve her anguish tonight

Evening of June and approaching misfortune
Silently my hopes wait to vanish tonight

Who cares for Life, Leila and Love
Let them cause my soul to perish tonight

Mirza, in Husayn's abode, swears by Lord
In divine Kingdom, he feels devilish tonight