In your absence, no pain. And wine? None.
And an answer to my longing, again none.

Once in a while, do pay attention to it for
Other than your heart, a better book? None.

Death, why did you come again today?
For on her secret face, a veil today? None!

They keep counting their good deeds on their hands,
Those whose account of oppression there’s none

Translated, approximately, from the Hindustani of Jagjit Singh's "Tum NahiN, Gham NahiN"

"Yeh na thi hamari qismat ke visaal-e-yaar hota
Agar aur jitey rahatey yahi intazaar hota"

It wasn't fated to be, a meeting with the beloved.
Had we lived, only more of this waiting.

So much time has passed that from my locality a refugee I have become.
So much has happened since, that from Being a refugee I have become.

On this island, in this city of stone, where to look for the beloved’s image?
Years ago, from the believers, the idol-worshippers a refugee I have become.

Heart’s pockets have long been emptied but what I can do,
Friend, for from tight fistedness a refugee I have become.

In a tavern at the square, an account has long been open,
But what use when from intoxication a refugee I have become.

In this city of blazing speed, all the avenues are wide and beautiful.
But what use, now that from wandering a refugee I have become?