Yeh hum jo hijr mein deewar-o-dar ko dekhte hain

In lonely rooms, I watch the walls so near, I see, The morning breeze, the messenger I hold so dear, I see.

You came into my house—by God’s own power, it's true, And now it's you, and now my humble home so near, I see.

May no dark glance fall on your arm, so fine and strong, So why do they stare at my soul's own bleeding tear, I see?

Why should I look at jewels that sparkle in your hair? The rising star of gems, their fated worth so clear, I see.