The world that I desperately seek isn’t here to be found. Out here a new earth and a new sky aren’t to be found.

And even when I do manage to find a new earth and sky, No mortal who might be living between them is to be found.

I have been standing here, amidst this dense forest of faces, But the glance that I desire to meet is nowhere to be found.

The arrow that went clean through my heart has been unearthed. But on it, O the hands that pulled the bow string aren’t to be found.

Why worry about the existence or non existence of God When my footprints by my own feet aren’t be found?

There is my village, and there are its wood stoves. Coals flicker but their smoke is not to be found!

Translated from the Urdu. Also listen to a version of this ghazal