Chand tasveer-e-butaan, chand haseeno ke khutoot ... baad marne ke mere ghar se yeh samaan nikla

A few photos and a few letters of beautiful women ... were found from my house, after I died

Saaya palkon ka na chug jaye tan-e-nazuk mein ... unse kehta hoon joh aankhon mein basa karte hai

I hope that the shadow of your eyes doesn't peck your delicate body ... I'm telling her who lives in my eyes