Aj jb burson bad maine apni diary k panno ko palta,
Un mn meri yadein aj bi waisi hi hn
Siyahi hlki ho gyi
Tmhare naam ki khushboo aj bi waisi hi h ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!