Ishq ki har gali uske aangan ka rasta tha
Uske aangan mei phool the kisi aur ke naam
Kabhi phoolon ko fuslaata ek hawa ka jhoka tha
Uske zulfon se ulajhna tha uska kaam
Every street of love was the path to her courtyard
In her courtyard, there were flowers named after someone else
Sometimes a gust of wind would tease the flowers
Entangling in her locks was his job