ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida
alivida ae sar jamine
subahe khanda alvida
alvida ae kiss wari
shero shabista alvida
alvida ae jalwa gahe
husne jana alvida
tere ghar se ek jinda
lash uth jane ko hai
aa gale mil le ke
aawaze jaras aane ko hai
ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida

haay kya kya nimte
mujhko mili thi bebahar
ye khamoshi ye khule maidan
ye thandi hawa
ware ja waksh gushta
haay ye rangin fiza
marke bhi na inko bhulega
dile dar dashna
mast koyal jab dakkan ki
wadiyo me gaaegi
ye subab chaav babulo ki
bahut yaad aaegi
ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida

kal se kaun is baag ko
rang banane aaega
kaun phulo ki hansi par
muskurane aaega
kaun is sabji ko
sote se jagane aaega
kaun in paudho ko
sine se lagane aaega
kaun jagega kamal ke
naaz uthane ke liye
chandani raato ko
daano par sulane ke liye
ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida

aam ke baago me jab
barsat hogi kur kharosh
meri furkat me lahu royegi
chashme may farosh
ras ki bunde jab uda dengi
guliastano ke hosh
punje rangine pukarengi hawae josh josh
sun ke mera nam
mausam gum jada ho jayega
ek mahsar sa gulishta me
bafa ho jaega
ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida

aa gale mil le khuda hafiz
gulistane watan
ae amani ganj ke maidan
ae jane watan
alvida ae lala jarukh
sun gulistane watan
asslam ae sohabate rangine yarane watan
hashar tak rahne na dena
tum gagan ki khak me
dafan karna apne shayar ko
watan ki khak me
ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida
ae malihabad ke rangi gulsita alvida
alvida alvida alvida

Farewell, O vibrant gardens of Malihabad, farewell,
Farewell, O land where dawn's laughter did dwell, farewell.
Farewell, O lion's den, where the night's secrets fell, farewell,
Farewell, O place where beauty's soul did compel, farewell.
From your home, a living corpse prepares to depart,
Embrace me, for the bells of parting now impart.
Farewell, O vibrant gardens of Malihabad, farewell.

How many blessings bloomed for me, bereft of compare,
The hush, the open fields, the cool air everywhere.
Woe, alas, these bygone hues, this vibrant atmosphere,
Even in death, my wounded heart will hold these dear.
When the intoxicated cuckoo sings in the vales of sight,
The lure of babool trees will resurface in the light.
Farewell, O vibrant gardens of Malihabad, farewell.

Who, from tomorrow, will paint the garden's face anew?
Who will smile upon the flowers, their tender hue?
Who will rouse the verdant life from slumber, true?
Who will embrace these saplings, in passionate view?
Who will awaken to lift the lotus to its prime,
To lull the moonlit nights upon its passing time?
Farewell, O vibrant gardens of Malihabad, farewell.

When mango orchards weep with a rain's rough call,
In my absence, my eyes will weep blood, and fall.
When the droplets of nectar steal the gardens' thrall,
And colorful breezes will the joy recall.
Hearing my name, the season will become lost and sway,
A maelstrom of sorrow will begin to play.
Farewell, O vibrant gardens of Malihabad, farewell.

Embrace me, farewell, O garden of my land,
O fields of peace, O beloved homeland, to understand.
Farewell, O tulip-fields, hear, O garden grand,
Peace be upon you, O colorful comrades of the land.
Do not let me lie, until the final call,
Bury your poet within the earth of all.
Farewell, O vibrant gardens of Malihabad, farewell,
Farewell, farewell, farewell.