ku-ba-ku phail gai baat shanaashaai ki
usane khushbu ki tarah meri paziraai ki

kaise kah dun ke mujhe chhod diyaa hai usane
baat to sach hai magar baat hai rusvaai ki

teraa pahalu tere dil ki tarah aabaad rahe
tujhape guzare na qayaamat shab-e-tanhaai ki

wo kahi bhi gayaa lautaa to mere paas aayaa
bas yahi baat hai achchhi mere harajaai ki

usane jalati hui peshaani pe jab haath rakhaa
ruh tak aa gai taasir masihaai ki

The news of our knowing, scattered, a scent unbound,
She embraced me, as fragrance, on hallowed ground.
How can I claim she's departed, she's gone from sight?
The truth, a sharp blade, cuts shame through the light.

May your heart's dwelling flourish, a place of grace,
No judgment night of solitude touch your face.
Wherever she wandered, back to me she'd return,
This truth endears, though her heart may burn.
When her hand, so gentle, touched my fevered brow,
Christ's own healing, in my soul, I know now.