How can one even describe the delicacy of her lips?

They are like a single petal of a rose.

How can one even describe the delicacy of her lips?

They are like a single petal of a rose.

Why are you crying on the long road of love?

Go on—keep watching what still lies ahead.

Why are you crying on the long road of love?

Go on—keep watching what still lies ahead.

Every leaf and every little plant knows what I’m going through.

Whether the flower knows it or not, the whole garden surely knows my state.

Every leaf and every little plant knows what I’m going through.

Whether the flower knows it or not, the whole garden surely knows my state.

Meer says: now I am leaving the idol-temple.

We will meet again only if God allows it.

Meer says: now I am leaving the idol-temple.

We will meet again only if God allows it.

At the beginning of love, I was like fire—burning and blazing.

Now I am only ash; this is what the end has come to.

At the beginning of love, I was like fire—burning and blazing.

Now I am only ash; this is what the end has come to.

Even breathe softly, because the matter is extremely delicate.

This whole universe is like a glassmaker’s workshop, where everything can crack.

Even breathe softly, because the matter is extremely delicate.

This whole universe is like a glassmaker’s workshop, where everything can crack.

Don’t think I am something ordinary; the heavens keep turning for years.

Only then do true humans emerge from the veil of dust.

Don’t think I am something ordinary; the heavens keep turning for years.

Only then do true humans emerge from the veil of dust.

Meer, stop indulging in her memory so much; it isn’t that sweet or worth it.

Foolish one, once you cherish it again, she won’t be forgotten from the heart.

Meer, stop indulging in her memory so much; it isn’t that sweet or worth it.

Foolish one, once you cherish it again, she won’t be forgotten from the heart.

Why ask now about Meer’s faith and religion—he has already changed his path.

He has marked his forehead and sat in a temple; he abandoned Islam long ago.

Why ask now about Meer’s faith and religion—he has already changed his path.

He has marked his forehead and sat in a temple; he abandoned Islam long ago.

Love, Meer says, is like a heavy stone.

How can someone as weak as you ever lift it?

Love, Meer says, is like a heavy stone.

How can someone as weak as you ever lift it?

Don’t speak near Meer’s pillow; let him be.

He has only just fallen asleep after crying for a long time.

Don’t speak near Meer’s pillow; let him be.

He has only just fallen asleep after crying for a long time.

Meer must be lying somewhere in the shade of a wall, worn out.

What connection can that comfort-seeking person have with love?

Meer must be lying somewhere in the shade of a wall, worn out.

What connection can that comfort-seeking person have with love?

You appeared in such a way that I lost control of myself.

And in that very moment, you left me separated even from you.

You appeared in such a way that I lost control of myself.

And in that very moment, you left me separated even from you.

From the radiance of her beauty, light sparkles everywhere.

Whether it is the lamp of the Kaaba or the diya of Somnath.

From the radiance of her beauty, light sparkles everywhere.

Whether it is the lamp of the Kaaba or the diya of Somnath.

When someone mentioned your name in front of me,

I kept holding back my wounded heart, again and again.

When someone mentioned your name in front of me,

I kept holding back my wounded heart, again and again.

My love did not get fulfilled in the way I knew how to carry it.

All my life, I had to make do with failures.

My love did not get fulfilled in the way I knew how to carry it.

All my life, I had to make do with failures.

Meer says: meeting you made me extremely happy, my dear.

In this ruined place of my life, may you remain settled and safe, beloved.

Meer says: meeting you made me extremely happy, my dear.

In this ruined place of my life, may you remain settled and safe, beloved.

If you truly have seeing eyes, the whole world is like a house of mirrors.

Then even between plain walls, you can see a face—your own reflected presence.

If you truly have seeing eyes, the whole world is like a house of mirrors.

Then even between plain walls, you can see a face—your own reflected presence.

O tearful eye, what kind of sleep are you still falling into now?

Open your eyelashes—your flood of tears has already swept the whole city away.

O tearful eye, what kind of sleep are you still falling into now?

Open your eyelashes—your flood of tears has already swept the whole city away.

So much of your blood froze and stuck on the killer’s palm, O Meer.

Yesterday they kept washing their hand, crying and crying.

So much of your blood froze and stuck on the killer’s palm, O Meer.

Yesterday they kept washing their hand, crying and crying.