Thanks, love n best wishes Raza Rumi Sahib

Wet eyes and a soul in turmoil are no longer enough
Nor is a quiet, hidden acceptance of the charge of loving
Today, walk the streets boldly with your feet in chains
Walk with your hands spread, walk entranced, dance your way through
Let there be dust on your head and blood on your hem
Walk, for the whole city of the beloved has turned out to watch you
The high and the mighty, the commoners and the poor
The unhappy morn, and a dispiriting day
The arrows of slander, and the stones of slurs
Who is their friend but me
Who is left pure in this city of the beloved
Who else so right for the sword of the executioner
Gather up then the burdens of the heart, O wounded-hearted
Let us offer ourselves, again, for the ultimate sacrifice.

I think you’ve accidentally switched the lines “Teer e Ilzam” and “Subh e Nashaad”

The crying eyes, the clamorous spirit – not enough;
the incrimination of concealed love – not enough;
lets walk in the bazaar with shackles around,
dancing and flapping hands up an down,
with a dusty head and sleeves blood-stained,
everyone awaits in the land of my beloved.

The ruler of the city, the masses imbued,
the arrow of accuse, the stone of abuse;
the saddening day, the failing time,
who besides us is their true friend?
Who is dignified in my beloved’s land?
Whose worthy of being beheaded by the executioner’s hand?

Pick up your encumbered hearts, sad ones,
the time for our execution beckons.

Hassaan bin Shaheen!