Listen, O loveliest
Sweetheart of mine
Stay here today !

The table is laid
And glasses filled
For you, my love.

Your lovely face
Has kindled love,
O, my Leila !

Guls display their robes
To tell the bulbuls
What love means.

Stay a while with me,
And hear the plaint
Of a virtuous beauty.

How would the flower know
The bulbul's agony
And the longing of love.

Age may wither
My love-lore feline,
But my love won't age.

With pure adoration,
The dew made for you
A garland of pearls.
I am destined
To bear separation,
And burn in fire.

All my adornment
With an endless wait
Is wasted away.

Along with Mahjoor,
As promised I dropped
All conventional ties.