patra likhan walia
ve koi likhi sak di gal
mere dil vich balan masabiya
chal tana baag de vaal
gutandiyaan baliyaan ne teriyaan
haye haye ve main baithi mirza mail
main te mirza ping utte
vich kudti di thal
sanu jhuthe den saheliyaan
haye haye biba ek duze de val
o meri tut gai ping hulariyaa
haye haye sache shaab na paai gal
jadhaiya meriyaan beliyaan

The writer of the letter,
Could only pen a fragment.
My heart ablaze with woes,
Turning towards the garden's lament.

Your tresses, like entangled vines,
Oh, I, Mirza's bride, despairing.
Upon the swing I sat,
Within the embrace of my despair.

They give us false companionship,
Oh, sister, towards each other they turn.
My swing of love has shattered,
Oh, true love, no solace I earn.
My friends, they are all gone.