Here, the Shahenshah of Ghazals renders Mir:
Dekh to dil ke jaan se uthta hai
yeh dhuan sa kahaan se uthta hai
Look, if it comes from my heart, or life?
Say, from where does this smoke rise?
Gor kis dil-jale ki hai yeh falak
shola eik subh-o-yahan se uthta hai
Tomb for some cinder-heart must be the sky
A burning thing every morn thence, too, does rise.
Yun uthhe aah us gali se hum
jaisey koi jahaan se uthta hai
Thus I got up, alas, to leave behind that lane
Like to part this world some soul might rise.
Baithne kon de hai phir usko
jo tere aastaan se uthta hai
Who can make him again a proper place to sit
He who from a seat at thy house did last rise?
Ishq ek Mir bhaari patthar hai
kab ye tujh na-tawaan se uthta hai
Love, O Mir, is such a heavy stone
When could a fool like you even make it rise?