ishka ishka allah hu, luke na mushka allah hu

chhanwe chhanwe yeh parachhanwe, chunate chunate chalate rahiye
mom ke jame pahane pahane, dhup lage toh galate rahiye

chhanwe chhanwe apne hi parachhanwe chunate chalate rahiye
mom ke jame pahane pahane dhup lage toh galate rahiye

ishk khile jab ishk khile, tan bartan me bhar jawe khushabu

ambar ke charakhe kee ghu ghu, sunate rahana
tage chunake khalee karagha bunate rahana

sar pe chalate ambar ke charakhe kee ghu ghu sunate rahana
kachche pakke tage chunake khalee karagha bunate rahana

rat kee rat hai sab yara, din ughade phir na mai na too

The heart, a court, commands its own domain,
Where the heart itself becomes the devotee.
How did this friendship bloom, oh friend,
How did this friendship truly be?
Love, Love, is Allah's form,
Hidden, yet fragrant, Allah's norm, the eternal.

Through shadows, through shadows, we choose our reflections,
Walking onwards, always selecting.
Clothed in waxen robes, we melt beneath the sun's gaze,
Forever yielding.

Through shadows, through shadows, our own echoes we choose,
Walking onwards, always selecting.
Clothed in waxen robes, we melt beneath the sun's gaze,
Forever yielding.
When love unfurls, when love unfurls, its fragrance fills the vessel,
Listening always to the spinning wheel of heaven's sphere.
Choosing threads, and weaving the empty loom.

Upon our heads, we hear the spinning wheel of the sky,
Choosing threads, both strong and weak, and weaving the empty loom.
Night's a night, for all, my friends,
When day reveals, neither I nor you exist,
When day reveals, neither I nor you exist.