Show me for a little while the spectacle of a wounded prey's writhing dance; do not give up your breath so quickly beneath the sword by flailing your hands and feet.

In classical Urdu poetry, 'raqs-e-bismil' is the agonizing flutter of a wounded prey—a vivid metaphor for a lover trembling under the intoxicating pain of devotion. Here, the beloved stands with the sword, asking the dying lover not to give up the ghost too quickly, but to flail and prolong the beauty of their struggle. It captures the dark, dramatic romanticism of ghazals, where even the agony of sacrifice is cherished as an artful spectacle of pure love.