gulshan gulshan shola-e-gul ki julfe saba ki baat chali
harf-e-junu ki bande gira ki jurm-o-saza ki baat chali
gulshan gulshan shola-e-gul ki julfe saba ki baat chali

jinda jinda shor-e-junun hai mausme gul ke aane se
mausme gul ke aane se
mehfil mehfil ab ke baras har baag-e-wafa ki baat chali
gulshan gulshan shola-e-gul ki julfe saba ki baat chali

ahade sitam hai dekhe hum aashufta saro par kya gujre
aashufta saro par kya gujre
shahar me uske band-e-kaba ki rang-e-heena ki baat chali
gulshan gulshan shola-e-gul ki julfe saba ki baat chali

ek hua diwana ek ne sar teshe se phod liya
sar teshe se phod liya
kaise kaise log the jinse rasm-e-wafa ki baat chali
gulshan gulshan shola-e-gul ki julfe saba ki baat chali

Whispers in every garden, flames of roses, the breeze's tale unfolds,
Each syllable of madness, the chains that bind, of crime and stories told.
Whispers in every garden, flames of roses, the breeze's tale unfolds.

Alive, alive, the clamor of madness stirs, as spring begins to bloom,
As spring begins to bloom.
In every gathering this year, of gardens true, of faith, the echoes boom.
Whispers in every garden, flames of roses, the breeze's tale unfolds.

The promises of sorrow, what fate upon our broken heads will fall,
Upon our broken heads will fall.
Within his city, of cloaks entwined, the henna's painted wall.
Whispers in every garden, flames of roses, the breeze's tale unfolds.

One became a madman, one his head against the chisel's edge did break,
Against the chisel's edge did break.
Such souls were there, from whom we learned, of loyalty’s true stake.
Whispers in every garden, flames of roses, the breeze's tale unfolds.