For some background on the Mughal poet and Sufi known as Bedil Dehlvi, see this post.

My concern for myself exiles me
from the meadows of true possibilities

I am ashamed of my existence
this torched scroll which in this realm of darkness
is to light my way for a few steps
Majnoon’s house has no need of upkeep
a hurricane will rid the desert of its debris

Bedil, Love is the Sovereign here
good and evil have but little to declare
It is our Joseph’s innocence
that has landed him in jail

Translation Vraje Abramian