Usse kehna ke tum mera ek khwab ho, joh chamakta hai dil mein woh mahatab ho ... usse kehna ke gehuyon ke kheton ka rang, tilmilati hui titliyon ki umang ... usse kehna ke jharnon ka chanchal shabaab, ghat ki taazgi, aabroo-e-janab ... usse kehna ke jhoolon ki angdaiyan aur udhte dupatton ki shenaiyan ... usse kehna ki chakki ke geeton ki aag, ladkhadati jawaani, machalta suhaag ... usse kehna ke dulhanon ke kajal ki pyaas, pehle bhose ki garm aur thandi mithaas ... itni ranginiyon ko jab ikhja kiya, Heer kudrat ne tab tujhko pehda kiya
Tell her that she is a dream of mine, she is the moonlight shining in my heart ... tell her that the colour in the wheat fields, the impulse in the butterflies flying around ... tell her that the nimble youth of the waterfalls, the freshness of the mountains, the honour ... tell her that stretching of the swings and the tune of the flying scarves ... tell her that the fire from the music of the mill, wavering youth, playful wedding ... tell her that the thirst of the kohl of the bride, the hot and cold sweetness of the first rain ... when all of these colourful things were collected, then God made you Heer