The Wholesome Satyr

दोनों जहां तेरी मुहब्बत में हार के
वो जा रहा है कोई शब्-इ-ग़म गुजार के

I hate this feeling of desperation, this need, this lonely expressions in time. This not having you around, the way we were. The way you were.

I hate the effete spirit that cannot learn to live with itself even after a lifetime of having being alone essentially. I cannot accept that you were there and now are not, nor will you ever be.

And even after a rack and pillage of the soul, this inability to leave; that I hate the most.

वीरान है मैकदा कुम-ओ-सागर उदास है
तुम क्या गए के रूठ गए दिन बहार के ......