aapake bhige hue jisam se aanch aati hai
dil ko garmaati hai, jazbaat ko bhadakaati hai

aapake paas jo aaegaa, pighal jaaegaa
is haraarat se jo ulajhegaa, vo jal jaaegaa

aapakaa husn vo shabanam hai jo sholo me pale
garm khushbuo me tapate hue rango me dhale
kisakaa dil hai jo sambhaale se sambhal jaaegaa

hot hai yaa kisi shaayar ki du_aao kaa javaab
zulf hai yaa kisi saavan ke talabagaar kaa kvaab
aise jalavo ko jo dekhegaa machal jaaegaa

is kadar husn zamaane me na dekhaa na sunaa
usakaa kyaa kahanaa jise aapane hamaraaz chunaa
usaki taqadir kaa inaam badal jaaegaa

From your drenched form, a fire takes flight,
Warming the heart, igniting the night.

Who draws near, will melt away,
Entangled in heat, they’ll surely stray.
Your beauty, dew born in flames,
Tempered by heat, in fragrant names,
Whose heart can withstand such a blaze?

Your lips, an answer to a poet's plea,
Your tresses, a monsoon's reverie.
At such a sight, the soul will leap,
Such beauty the world could never keep.
To the chosen one, what can we say?
Their fate, a prize, will light the way.