roshan jamaal-e-yaar teri ajuman tamaam
dahakaa huaa hai aatish-e-gul se chaman tamaam

hairat gurur-e-husn pe shokhi se iztaraab
dil ne bhi tere sikh liye hai chalam tamaam

allaa re jism-e-yaar ki khubi ke khud-ba-khud
raginiyo me dub gayaa pairahan tamaam

dekho to husn-e-yaar ki jaadu-nigaariyaan
behosh ik nazar me huyi ajuman tamaam

The Beloved's face, a light that fills the scene,
The garden blooms, ignited, a fiery sheen.
The Beloved's face, a light that fills the scene,
The garden blooms, ignited, a fiery sheen.

Astonishment, pride in beauty's sway,
My heart, with coquetry, learned to play.
My heart, with coquetry, learned to play.

Oh, the Beloved's form, a wonder to behold,
The garment, by itself, in colors bold.
The garment, by itself, in colors bold.

Behold, the Beloved's magic, a painter's art,
One glance, and the assembly, lost its heart.