yahee aaraju thee dil kee kee karib yar hota
aur hajar jan se kuraban mai hajar bar hota

na sahee agar nahee tha bute bevafa pe kabu
yahee bas tha mere bas me dile bekarar hota

jo pilana tha pilata koi aisee may ai sakee
jise pee ke tab mahashar na mai hoshiyar hota

har ek aafato ka karata mai kushi se kair makadam
mai alam ko bhul jata jo too gamagusar hota

tujhe lutfe did milata mujhe lutfe marg katil
mai hamesha marata rahata koi aisa var karata

My heart's deep yearning, a whisper on the breeze,
To be near the beloved, beneath the sheltering trees.
A thousand souls I'd offer, a thousand times anew,
To be consumed in nearness, forever bound to you.

If control I lacked, of the faithless idol's form,
Then let my restless heart, weather every storm.
Oh, Saki, pour a wine, a draught so rare and deep,
That in the day of reckoning, I'd slumber in my sleep.

I'd welcome every hardship, with a joyous, open hand,
And forget the world's sorrows, in this promised land.
If you, my solace, were near, my guardian and guide.

To you, the joy of seeing, to me, death's sweet embrace,
The killer's gift of ending, in this desolate place.
Forever I would perish, if your love were ever mine,
A wound so deep it whispers, a fate forever entwined.