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 !