dil jabse unake husn kaa servant ho gaya
sikka hamaare ishk kaa patent ho gaya

tire nigaahe naj ko mai unake kya kahu
mere liye toh maut kaa warrant ho gaya

nilam kar diya hai ulfat ke chaand me
dil kya huwa kee husn kaa merchant ho gaya

aahe naa kyon bharu mai naale naa kyon karu mai
order teree nigaah kaa urgent ho gaya

jute lagaayiye kee pyaar kijiye
samajhenge ham kee ishk kaa payment ho gaya
ritu aayee suhaanee

My heart, their beauty's captive now,
Our love's bright coin, a patent vow.
Their gaze, a dart, what words to find?
For me, a death warrant, defined.

In love's moon, auctioned, I now see,
My heart, a merchant of their decree.
Why should I not sigh, lament, and weep?
Their glance, an urgent order to keep.

Beat me, or love me with gentle hand,
We'll know our love's payment, so grand.
And the seasons turn to sweet embrace…