Dewane Bahu Deewan E Bahu

(17)

There is no Privy (and Insider) (of Secret) who can deliver my message to the Beloved (),

And inform that [Beloved] about the reality of my condition:

That O Dear! Be not harsh with too much unkindness,

O Friend ()! Slay us not innocent and stab these ailing ones not with knife [of Hijr],

You are Kind with the powerless people [but] unkind with [Your] fervent Lovers,

Why are we made underprivileged, cover not [Your bright] Face,

You know the balm for the heart in which I have pain,

O Healer of the Aashiqeen! Give balm for the ill,

Miskeen [and] powerless Faqeer has suffered once from Your infliction,

For God's sake! Cure this compassionate Aashiq!