baaghi nishat ke gulo....

   Flower of Nishat Bagh,
   Come with your graces,
   Come with your laughter,
   Come showering pearls !

 
    When you entered the garden,
    The kusum kissed you,
    The yemberzal glowed with passion.
    Come filling glasses !

    See, spring has come
    To Dal, Nishat and Shalamar,
    O, use these my aching eyes as boats !
    Come rowing across !

    Stranger to all pity,
    O hard-hearted tyrant !
    See my bloom is wasted.
    Come, love me true.

    Who'll heed my woes
    But you, my love.
    I'm dying of grief.
    Come showering love !

    Mad after achhiposh,
    You have chosen retreat.
    But, come setting jewels
    On the anklets of sonaposh !
 

God grant we never part,

    Nor pull down what we've built !
    Keep singing this song
    Of Mahjoor, and come !