dosto se
dosto se jhuti muti dusro ka naam leke, phir meri baate karna
yaara raat se din karna
lambi judaai teri bada mushkil hai, aaho se dil bharna
yaara raat se din karna
kab ye puri hogi, dur ye duri hogi
kab ye puri hogi, dur ye duri hogi, roj safar karna
yaara raat se din karna

chupke se, chupke se raat ki chaadar tale
chaand ki bhi aahat naa ho, baadal ke pichhe chale
jale katra katra, gale katra katra
raat bhi naa hile aadhi aadhi
raat bhi naa hile aadhi aadhi ye
chupke se lag ja gale, raat ki chadar tale

farvari ki sardiyo ki dhup me, mundimundi ankhiyo se dekhna
haath ki aad se niminimi thand aur aag me
haule haule marva ke raag me, mir ki baat ho
din bhi na dube raat naa aaye, shaam kabhi naa dhale
shaam dhale to subah na aaye, raat hi raat chale
chupke se, chupke se raat ki chaadar tale
chaand ki bhi aahat naa ho, baadal ke pichhe chale
dosto se jhuti muti dusro ka naam leke, phir meri baate karna
yaara raat se din karna
lambi judaai teri bada mushkil hai, aaho se dil bharna
yaara raat se din karna
kab ye puri hogi, dur ye duri hogi
kab ye puri hogi, dur ye duri hogi, roj safar karna
yaara raat se din karna

tujh bina pagli ye purvai
tujh bina pagli ye purvai, aake meri chunari me bhar gayi
tu kabhi aise hi, gale lag jaise ye purvai
aa gale lag jaise ye purvai
saathiya sun tu
kal jo mujhko nind naa aaye, paas bula lena
god me apni sar rakh lena, lori suna dena
chupke se, chupke se raat ki chaadar tale
chaand ki bhi aahat naa ho, baadal ke pichhe chale

Whispers shared in veiled deceit,
Of names that dance, but speak of me.
Friend to friend, my soul’s lament,
Turning night to day, my heart is spent.
Your endless parting, a cruel test,
With sighs of longing, I’m obsessed.
Turning night to day, this ache,
When will this distance break?
Each day a journey, fraught with pain,
Turning night to day, again and again.

Silently, secretly, beneath night’s cloak,
Where even the moon's echo can't evoke,
Shadows of clouds conceal our flight,
Burning drop by drop, into the night.
Embracing drop by drop,
The night holds still, a world of half.
Silently, secretly, embrace me close,
Beneath the night’s embrace.

In February’s sun, a winter’s grace,
Eyes half-closed, a loving gaze.
Hands shielding warmth and fire’s embrace,
Slowly, softly, in Marwa's space.
Mir’s verses unfold, a timeless art,
Where day won't fade, nor night depart.
No twilight hour, never to end,
If dusk descends, morning won't attend,
Only the night, forever to roam.
Silently, secretly, beneath night's cloak,
Where even the moon's echo can't evoke,
Shadows of clouds conceal our flight.
Whispers shared in veiled deceit,
Of names that dance, but speak of me.
Friend to friend, my soul’s lament,
Turning night to day, my heart is spent.
Your endless parting, a cruel test,
With sighs of longing, I’m obsessed.
Turning night to day, this ache,
When will this distance break?
Each day a journey, fraught with pain,
Turning night to day, again and again.

Without you, my love, this eastern breeze,
Enters my veil, and seeks to appease.
As you would, embrace me, just like this wind,
Embrace me close, with all that is within.
Friend, listen close, and understand,
If sleep deserts me, hold my hand.
In your lap, my head to rest,
Sing me a lullaby, and be blessed.
Silently, secretly, embrace me close,
Beneath the night’s embrace.
Where even the moon's echo can't evoke,
Shadows of clouds conceal our flight.
Burning drop by drop, into the night.
Embracing drop by drop,
The night holds still, a world of half.

Silently, secretly, beneath night’s cloak,
Where even the moon's echo can't evoke,
Shadows of clouds conceal our flight.