girti jati hai din pratidin
ranye prano ki
hala bhaga hua
jata din pratidin
shub gaye mera tan
pyala ruth raha h

ruth raha mujhse
roop se tin tin yovan ka
saki shukh rahi hai
din din sundari
din din sundari
meri jeevan madhushaala

Each day the forest of my breath descends,
A fleeing fever, the lifeblood goes.
My form, a fading shadow, now pretends
To find a solace that the goblet knows
Is lost.

Each moment, youth, a dwindling grace,
Departs in whispers from my mirrored face.
The tavern keeper’s joy, a desert dried,
Each day, the beauty weeps, the beauty sighed,
My life, a honeyed house where sorrow dwells.