tere khushboo mein base khat main jalata kaise
pyaar mein doobe hue khat main jalata kaise
tere haatho ke likhe khat main jalata kaise
jinko duniya ki nigaahon se chhupaye rakha
jinko ek umar kaleje se lagaye rakha
din jinko jinhe imaan banaye rakha
tere khushboo mein base khat main jalata kaise

jinka har laffaz mujhe yaad paani ki tarah
yaad the mujhko jo piagam-e-zubaani ki tarah
mujhko pyaare the jo annmol nishaani ki tarah
tere khushboo mein base khat main jalata kaise
tune duniya ki nigaahon se jo backar likhe
saal ha saal mere naam barabar likhe
kabhi din mein to kabhi raat ko uthakar likhe

tere khushboo mein base khat main jalata kaise
pyaar mein doobe hue khat main jalata kaise
tere haatho ke likhe khat main jalata kaise
tere khat main aaj main ganga mein baha aaya hu
tere khat main aaj main ganga mein baha aaya hu
aag behte hue paani mein laga aaya hu

How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
How could I burn letters, steeped in love's insistence?
How could I burn letters, written by your hand?
Letters I hid from the world's gaze, concealed,
Letters I held close, a lifetime revealed,
Letters I made my faith, my truth, my shield.
How could I burn letters, scented with your land?

Each word a memory, clear as flowing water,
Memorized, like messages of daughter,
Precious to me, like treasures I had sought her.
How could I burn letters, scented with your air?
You wrote them, hidden from the world's sharp stare,
Year after year, my name was always there,
In daylight's blaze, in midnight's secret prayer.

How could I burn letters, scented with your charm?
How could I burn letters, safe within my arm?
How could I burn letters, free from earthly harm?
Today, your letters, to the Ganga I did give,
Today, in flowing waters, I did live.
I set a fire, where the waters softly weave.