tere khushbu me base khat mai jalata kaise
payar main dube hue khat main jalata kaise
tere hatho ke likhe khat main jalata kaise

jinko duniya ki nigaho se chupaye rakha
jinko ik umr kalejey se lagaaye rakha
din jinko jinhe iman banaye rakha
tere khushbu me base khat mai jalata kaise

jinka har lafz mujhe yad tha pani ki tarah
yad the mujhko jo paigaam-e-zubaani ki tarah
mujh ko pyare the jo anmol nishani ki tarah
tere khushbu me base khat mai jalata kaise

tuune duniya ki nigaho se jo bachakar likhe
saalaha saal mere naam barabar likhe
kabhi din me toh kabhi rat me uthkar likhe
tere khushbu me base khat mai jalata kaise
payar main dube hue khat main jalata kaise
tere hatho ke likhe khat main jalata kaise

tere khat aaj mai ganga me baha aaya hu
tere khat aaj mai ganga me baha aaya hu
aag behete hue pani me laga aaya hu

How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
Letters steeped in love, how could I set them ablaze?
Those penned by your hand, how could I destroy them?

Those I sheltered from the world's judging gaze,
Clutched to my heart for an age, a sacred embrace,
A faith, a creed, my very days they did grace.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?

Each word, I knew as water, pure and free,
Each message, a spoken echo, ringing in me,
Treasured, like relics, of a time meant to be.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?

Hidden from the world's eye, your words were spun,
Years devoted to my name, one by one,
Written in daylight, or when the night had begun.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
Letters steeped in love, how could I set them ablaze?
Those penned by your hand, how could I destroy them?

Today, your letters, I have surrendered to the Ganges,
Today, your letters, I have offered to the flowing river's ranges,
I have set fire in water, a paradox that now arranges.