Mere Maula !

Iss jhooth ke bazar mein

Sach ko dhoodne niklee main

Sach ka deedar karne ko dil tadap uttha

Par sach na mila

Kiss mukam pe baitha hai mera antarang sathi

Jiski ek jhalak ke liye tadap gaya mera mann

Asoon nikle bhi to kya jawab hai un asuyon ka

Kaun hai jo mera bahut kareeb

Par hai mere se rootha

“main” hi kaun hoon, kya hai meri wajood

Meri atma tadap gayee mere maula ki ek jhalak ke liye

Kuch aise shabd ate hai kano mein “Main hoon manzil, main hoon safar bhi, main hi musafir hoon”

Par saise samjhaoon main aapko mere mann ki bechainee

Aapka deedar korne ko apne andar gotar lagatee rahatee hoon

Par bhi yeh pagal man aapka ek pal ka deedar karne ko pyasa

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In this world of falsehood, I have started the journey for seeking truth

My heart is aching for a glimpse of the truth

But alas truth has not appeared so far

Where is my beloved hiding, whose one glimpse is what my mind is restless for

Tears are rolling down but what purpose will they serve

Where is my beloved hiding being cross with me

Who am “I” anyway, whats my purpose

My soul is aching for a glimpse of my beloved

Words like these are coming to my ears “I am the goal, journey and the traveller too”

But how do I express my restlessness to you

I try going inward and find bliss

But still it is you whose one glimpse I am restless for

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