os ki wo bhigi raat
jab tanhayi ke bistar par
meri mohabbat ne karwate li
meri ankho me meri chaht ka badan
jiski shaano par sharm ki ghati chumti

jiske hoth barish ke
bund se bhi naram lagti
jiski har dhadkan pe meri
sukun ki neend basti
jiske baaho mein mere
har khawab sajte
mere chhute jiske paaw
chhuyi muyi se simatte
ye wo hai jisne meri mohabbat
ki tarikh mukarar kar di

The dew-kissed night, a velvet shroud,
Where solitude's bed did softly groan,
My love, upon that lonely cloud,
In silent yearning, first was shown.

My eyes, a canvas, bore her form,
The body of my heart's desire,
Whose shoulders, weathered every storm,
Kissed by shame's descending fire.

Her lips, a rain-drop's tender grace,
Softer than the falling tear,
On every beat, a resting place,
Where solace banished every fear.

Within her arms, my dreams took flight,
And bloomed in colors, bold and bright,
I touched her feet, and in that light,
Mimosa-like, she felt the night.

She, who decreed my love's true date,
And in my soul, her story wrote.