Over thorns I have seen flowers lying tonight
I have seen moths near lamp dying tonight
I can see my vision getting blurred enough
Before me, I can't see you crying tonight
My speech is rambling on a prayer rug
And each wish from heart is flying tonight
Ever seen frozen eyes of a dead beloved?
Then, likewise my eyes are drying tonight
In the Imambara of Kashmir, Mirza! ***!
Ask your wish, why are you shying tonight
When flowers rest over thorns, and moths burn before lamps, and when all this happens tonight.