Such a night I am in the bossom of the shining moon,
From whatever in both worlds exists disinclined I am.
Stop the sun's shining for a while, oh, morning,
That the moon has put its head upon my lap.
Thousand cups of the elixir of life, I had ou of it,
From that lips, but yet like Alexander thursty I am.
Oh God! What mystery has been hidden within love?
That the Beloved has slept in my arm, but disorderly I am.
I don’t know whether it is for the night of union or the dawn of separation,
That like the nightingale singing I am.
If a thousand years pass from this union night,
By its delicate tale the nightingale I am.
Don’t read the tradition of your union night oh! Hindī
As of the eyes of the jealous afraid I am.