O Beloved! Please take your aim punctitiously and shoot the arrow from your bow with precision (I hope you would not miss the mark). I would then have the pretext to fall in your skirt or bag (where the killed birds are collected by sportsmen). In case I get that opportunity, I shall have an occasion to be with you, O Beloved!
Note: Mark the fine imagery of the poet. He knows that it is the privilege of the stricken people to come in contact with the Beloved.
نشود نصیب دشمن کہ شود ہلاک تیغت،
سر دوستاں سلامت کہ تو خنجر آزمائی

Let it not be to the good luck of your enemies that your sword should break. So long the heads of your friends are available; please try your sword on them.

Strike Beloved, raise your hand, take arrow's aim,
My place be your lap on this pretex,
Let this be a means for me to join You.

Rise your hand, o beloved, straining the bow to the full shoot arrow,
So that I may have the excuse to fall in your lap,
And may be near you.