Qalb- e veran – lonely heart
Makhsus – reserved chosen
Rakh e zeb – ashes of her Elegance
sunahra- shiny hujhoom- group
Dur ho Kar bhi woh mujhse bahut pass hai,
Tumhe Kya gumaan hai kitni wo pass hai.
Although she is afar yet she is very close
So close that I can't describe how close
Likh ne ko toh likh dege tarif e taaruf me,
Lafz hi nahi hai mere pass jitni wo pass hai.
I can introduce her with words of appreciation
but i lack those words to describe the closeness
Qalb e veran me toh aana nahi h makhsus,
Chali gyi dor lekin jatati rahi wo pass hai
My empty heart is certainly devoid of her
she parted away but insisted her of her closeness
Aaj phir chaand apne urooj me faraaz hai
Milo Duri hi sahi lekin chamakti wo pass hai.
The moon is at its full elegance and at zenith
she is too far too but she shines so close
Usne apne Qalb e bebaha ko girvi rakhdi thi
Khyanat hogyi shayad ab nahi wo pass hai.
she once indebted her glorious heart to me
i guess i breached her trust now she is close no more
Faqat uski hi yadoon ka sunahra hujhoom hai
Waqt dar waqt zehan me bhatakti wo pass hai
her momories are only shiny adornments with me
time to time she pass by in mind as if she is close
Nigahe dhondhti rehti hai uski aqs o wujood
Rakh e zeb h uski sirf lekin lagti wo pass hai
Still my eyes search her essence and existence
i possess only ashes of her beauty but still i feel her close