tere aane ki aas hai
sham fir kyu udas hai dost
mahki mahki fiza ye kahti hai
tu kahi aas paas hai dost
tu kahi aas paas hai dost

The hope of your return, a fragile bloom,
Why does the evening wear a shroud of gloom?
The scented air, a whispering decree,
You linger near, a presence wild and free.
You linger near, for my soul to see.