Luck has enabled you to become mine, how can i let go

these hands, i will not let go

the destinies, which are again falling in line

the shackles of desires

o my life, now I will not defer

I can’t describe, how these feel on my heart

the shadows of your hairlocks

as if some lost traveller reaches his destination

or some heart, troubled by storm

wandering among the waves of sorrow

dear traveller, reaches the shore of love

the pieces of heart, you and i, together, will reassemble

this glass, we shall reassemble

o my love, not that without any reason have i returned

now heart has woken up, now love has come to senses

Poet : Majrooh Sultanpuri