Without audacity in the heart, you don’t get love,
You don’t get this wealth of love in mere charity.
Many folks in this town are unhappy with me,
I too am not inclined towards every one.
Perhaps it was someone else I noticed, though
Not a soul here that does not resemble you.
The bazaar is all glamour with faces that laugh,
No way it seems one has the leisure to cry!
Take this candlelight while stepping out of the home,
For troubles are not there to grace your solitude.
Translated by Mohammad Ahsaan / Abha Iyengar, 18th May 2009