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

jinko duniya ki nigahon se chupaaye rakha
jinko ek umr kaleje se lagaaye rakha
din jinko jinhe imaan banaye rakha
tere khushbu me base khat mai jalata kaise

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

tuune duniya ki nigahon se jo bachakar likhe
saalaha-saal mere naam baraabar likhe
kabhi din me to kabhi raat ko uthkar likhe
tere khushbu me base khat mai jalata kaise
payar mai dube hue khat mai jalata kaise
tere hatho ke likhe khat mai jalata kaise

tere khat aaj mai ganga me baha aayaa hu
aag behete hue paani me lagaa aayaa hu

How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
How could I burn letters, steeped in love's intense presence?
How could I burn letters, penned by your own hands' caress?

Those I shielded from the world's prying gaze,
Those I held close to my heart through life's maze,
Those I cherished as my faith, my days.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?

Each word, I knew, like water's flow, by heart,
Like spoken messages, a living art,
Precious to me, a treasure set apart.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?

You wrote those letters, hidden from the world's eye,
Year after year, my name beneath the sky,
In daylight hours, in the nights gone by.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
How could I burn letters, steeped in love's intense presence?
How could I burn letters, penned by your own hands' caress?

Today, I brought your letters to the Ganges' flow,
And set a fire, where the waters softly go.