kahate hain mujhase ishk ka afsana chahiye
rusvayee ho gayee tumhe sharmana chahiye

kuddar itanee fitarate rindana chahiye
sakee yeh kud kahe tujhe paimana chahiye

aasheek bagair husno jawanee fujul hai
jab shamma jal gayee hai toh parwana chahiye

aankho me dam ruka hai kisee ke liye jurur
warna marije hijrr ko mar jana chahiye

wada tha unake rat ke aane ka ai kamar
abb chand chhup gaya unhe aa jana chahiye

They whisper tales of love, a legend spun,
But shame has bloomed where blushes once had run.
A proud heart, forged in revelry's embrace,
The very cup should beg to fill your space.

For lovers, beauty's bloom, a fleeting grace,
Once the candle burns, the moth must find its place.
A breath held captive, for a single soul,
Else, by separation's pain, the body's toll.

They promised night, yet shadows start to creep,
The moon has hid, and they, they ought to leap.