The autumn breeze has torn me apart
O Spring, arrive and heal my heart
I dwell in a distant abode, longing for home
I can’t bear this sorrow of being apart
Cannot bear, I cannot bear
This ache to go home, to be back there
The garden of my heart has bloomed with the blossoms of love
Heart, soul, body, and mind, all sacrificed for you
All are heartless; no one is empathetic
Even when I faltered, you showed me grace
For your love, the world shall bear witness in every place
It’s my invitation to you to Hazratbal (the relic shrine of Prophet Muhammad)
The stage is adorned with the Yimberzal (daffodils)
With the yimberzal (daffodils)
At Hazratbal, at Hazratbal
The garden of my heart has bloomed with the blossoms of love
Come, and I will adorn you with a garland of blooms
Joyous it is, my heart, joyous it is!
Joyous it is, my heart, joyous it is!