Photo by M, a conversation with whom triggered this translation

This evening, it appears that that is a wetness to these eyes here. This evening, it appears that there is an absence of you here.

Simply burn me so that I too may breathe along with smoke For it appears that my life has held its breath for too long here.

Fickle time, why it doesn't stay at one place? In this inconstancy of habit, it is like us here.

Agreed that between us now, there is no relationship left. Yet it appears that you have stayed in the mirrors here.

This evening, there seems to be a wetness to these eyes here. This evening, there seems to be an absence of you here.

No one can put the heart of the matter into words more simply and elegantly than Gulzar. Listen to this ghazal here.