kisee kee shame sadagee sahar kaa rang pa gayee
saba ke paanv thak gaye magar bahar aa gayee

chaman kee jashn gah me udasiya bhee kam naa thee
jalee jo koyee shamme gul kalee kaa dil bujha gayee

butane rang rang se bhare the butakade magar
teree adae sadagee meree najar ko bha gayee

meree nigahe tishna lab kee sarkushee naa puchhiye
ke jab uthee nigahe naj pee gayee pila gayee

kija kaa daur hai magar woh iss ada se aaye hain
bahar darshane hajin kee jindagee pe chha gayee

Her evening's simplicity, dawn's hues embraced,
The wind's feet weary, yet spring's breath replaced.
Though sorrows lingered in the garden's feast,
A rose-lamp's flicker, a bud's heart deceased.

Temples teemed with idols, color-dressed and bold,
But your simple grace, my sight did enfold.
Ask not of my thirsting gaze's delight,
For when your languid glance arose, it drank and gave light.

Though autumn reigned, her arrival, so sweet,
Upon 'Darshan's' sad life, spring's triumph complete.