rubayee mere raato ke khwabo ki
rubayee ibadat meri saanso ki
wo lafjo se tarashi hai meri socho ki khwaish hai
aankho ne seecha dil ne pirohya mere humrahi
rubayee teri raato ke khwabo ki
rubayee ibadat teri saanso ki
main lafjo se tarashi hu teri socho ki khwaish hu
aankho ne seecha dil ne piroya jise humrahi

teri haya jazbaat ki shaake chuye
ek anchuye ehsas me hum gum huye
teri haya jazbaat ki shaake chuye
ek anchuye ehsas me hum gum huye
misro ki bandish hai tu
tujh me hu main mujh me hai tu
aankho ne seecha dil ne piroya mere humrahi
rubayi rubayi

subah uge jis tarah shab ki goad se
ubhri hu main gahraaiyo ki soch se
subah uge jis tarah shab ki goad se
ubhri hu main gahraaiyo ki soch se
fikro ki mauje rava ummido ki main hu jubaan
aankho ne seecha dil ne piroya jise humrahi
rubayee mere raato ke khwabo ki
rubayee ibadat meri saanso ki
wo lafjo se tarashi hai meri socho ki khwaish hai
aankho ne seecha dil ne piroya mere humrahi

My quatrain, woven from nights' deep dreams,
My quatrain, a prayer breathed in silent streams.
Carved from words, a wish that thoughts conceive,
Watered by eyes, by the heart, it's soul to receive, my companion.

Your quatrain, from slumber's veiled embrace,
Your quatrain, a prayer etched upon your face.
I, sculpted from words, your thoughts' desire,
Watered by eyes, by the heart, my soul to inspire, my companion.

Your modesty, the branches of feeling touch,
In an untouched sense, we merge, oh so much.
Your modesty, the branches of feeling embrace,
In an untouched sense, we lose time and space.
You are the verse's binding tie,
In you, I am, and in me, you lie.
Watered by eyes, by the heart, my soul to receive, my companion,
Quatrain, quatrain.

As dawn ascends, from the night's dark hold,
I arise, from depths of thought, bold.
As dawn ascends, from the night's embrace,
I arise, from depths of thought and space.
Currents of thought, a river of hope's plea,
I am the voice, for all eternity.
Watered by eyes, by the heart, my soul to receive, my companion,
My quatrain, woven from nights' deep dreams,
My quatrain, a prayer breathed in silent streams.
Carved from words, a wish that thoughts conceive,
Watered by eyes, by the heart, it's soul to receive, my companion.