Our days a charade, dead, my friend

Our nights a mirage, alive, my friend 

Winter comes, with its frozen warmth

Your embrace tonight, I crave my friend 

Such sweetness in life for the ignorant, the naive

Wish me the bitterness of knowledge, my friend

Forty one revolutions around the Sun

How shall it end, my search, my friend

The moment arrives, when we part our ways

Let’s savour us, till the end, my friend 

In a mehfil I met her a long time ago

She spoke with her eyes, I heard, my friend

It started with a word, it will end with you

This ghazal is all, my universe, my friend