phir chhidi raat baat phulo ki
raat hai yaa baaraat phulo ki
phir chhidi raat baat phulo ki
raat hai yaa baaraat phulo ki

phul ke hai phul ke gajare
phul ke hai phul ke gajare
shaam phulo ki raat phulo ki

aapka saath-saath phulo kaa
aapka saath-saath phulo kaa
aapki baat baat phulo ki

phul khilate rahege duniyaa me
phul khilate rahege duniyaa me
roz nikalegi baat phulo ki

nazare milati hai jaam milate hai
nazare milati hai jaam milate hai
mil rahi hai hayaat phulo ki

ye mahakati hui gazal makadu
ye mahakati hui gazal makadu
jaise saharaa me raat phulo ki

The night unfurls, a floral discourse,
Is this the night, or blossoms' joyous source?
The night unfurls, a floral discourse,
Is this the night, or blossoms' joyous source?

Garlands of bloom, and floral adorn,
Garlands of bloom, and floral adorn,
A floral eve, a night of floral born.

Your presence blooms, a floral embrace,
Your presence blooms, a floral embrace,
Your words themselves, a floral space.

Though flowers fade, their fragrance lingers,
Though flowers fade, their fragrance lingers,
Each dawn unveils, a floral singers.

Eyes that meet, and cups that gleam,
Eyes that meet, and cups that gleam,
Life itself, a floral dream.

This scented verse, O Makhdoom's art,
This scented verse, O Makhdoom's art,
Like a desert night, a floral heart.