jo phul yaha badh chhil na sake
wo phul waha chhil jayege
hun is duniya me mil na sake
us duniya me mil jayege
likhne walo ne ashko se
ye ishk teri takdir likhi
ye paancho dariya bahut roye
ab gaaresan ne hir likhi

The bloom that withers here unseen,
Will find its peeling in that realm, I deem.
If in this world, our meeting's a despair,
In that beyond, we'll breathe the same sweet air.

With teardrops, the Writer, divine and true,
Wrote your love's fate, a destiny anew.
These five rivers wept, a mournful sound,
And Garesan, in grief, Heer was found.