Ab to ghabra ke ye kehte hain ki mar jayenge

duniya ne kis ka raah-e-fana mein diya hai saath tum bhi chale chalo yunhi jab tak chali chale

laayi hayaat aaye, qaza le chali chale apni khushi na aaye na apni khushi chale

maut ka ek din muayyan hai neend kyun raat bhar nahin aati

But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.

Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth;

'Tis the night—the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play! Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they—it is they!