Yeh Mera Zarf Hai Ke Main Khamosh Hoon

Yeh mera zarf hai ke main khamosh hoon ab tak
Warna tere har fareeb ka charcha sar-e-aam hota

Hum ne to wafa ki thi nibhane ki khaatir
Warna mohabbat ka tamasha sar-e-shaam hota

Ab jo bichhde hain to shikwa na gila hai tujh se
Tujh sa agar hota to badnaam tera naam hota

Mohsin ab us gali mein jaana chhod diya hum ne
Jahan izzat ka janaza sar-e-bazaar hota

It is my noble forbearance alone that keeps me silent until now; Otherwise, the scandal of every betrayal of yours would be proclaimed in public squares! I had offered unwavering loyalty solely for the sacred honor of keeping faith; Otherwise, a mocking carnival of our romance would have unfolded every dusk. Now that we have parted, no bitter grievance or complaint remains against you; Had I been petty like you, your name would have been dragged through public shame! Mohsin! We have ceased walking down that deceptive street forever Where the funeral of self-respect was paraded through the open marketplace!