Tauq ye bhii hai zamurrad ka gulu-band bhii torh

Torh paimana-e-mardaan-e-ḳhirad-mand bhii torh

Ban ke tufaan chhalakna hai ubalna hai tujhe

Utth meri jaan! mere saath hii chalna hai tujhe

Tu falatun o arastu hai tu zahra parvin

Tere qabze mein hai garduun teri thokar mein zamiin

Haan uttha jald uttha paa-e-muqaddar se jabiin

Main bhii rukne ka nahiin waqt bhii rukne ka nahiin

Larhkharhaegi kahaan tak ki sambhalnaa hai tujhe

Utth meri jaan! mere saath hii chalna hai tujhe

Woman

Arise, my love! You have to walk beside me

Sparks of war quiver in the air about us today

Time and life are equally audacious today

The heat in goblets equates the excitement in stone today

Beauty and love speak in the same voice and tone today

You too must burn in the fire I burn in

Arise, my love! You have to walk beside me

A spring of heavenly sophistication lies at your feet

Your gaze marks the limits of civilization and progress

Your embrace cradles the soul and character

Encircled by the fortress of your fears and fixations

You must dazzle your way out of this web of confinement

Arise, my dearest! You have to walk beside me

You who are mollified by lifeless toys

You who melt in the heat of feverish breaths

You who slip on the path on which you set foot

You who slide like mercury in every vessel

You must now pour yourself in the iron mould of life

Arise, my dearest! You have to walk beside me

Life lies in struggle, not in the thrall of patience

Quivering tears cannot contain the blood of pulsating life

Fragrance is in soaring and spreading, not in coiled tresses

There is another heaven too beyond a man’s embrace

You must also frolic on its free pathways

Arise, my dearest! You have to walk beside me

Pyres smoulder for you in nooks and corners

Fate comes disguised as duty for you

Every soft gesture will rain wrath upon you

There is nothing but poison in the air for you

Change the season if you are to flower and flourish

Arise, my dearest! You have to walk beside me

History has still not acknowledged your worth

You contain sparks and not just tears

You are a reality and not just an interesting story

Your existence too is as real as your youth

You must change the title of your history

Arise, my dearest! You have to walk beside me

Break the idol of custom, step out of restrictions of conservatism

Cast aside the frailties of luxury and the whim of delicacy

Walk out of the circle of honour drawn by the spirit

If love becomes a prison, break free of love too

Not just the thorn, you must crush the flower on your path

Arise, my dearest! You have to walk beside me

Break this crushing fortitude and this exultant moralizing

Break your own vows if they have turned into manacles