Ab kyaa misaal doon mai tumhaare shabaab kee
Insaan ban gayee hai kiraṇ maahataab kee
Chehre me ghul gayaa hai haseen chaandanee kaa noor
Aakho me hai chaman kee javaa raat kaa suroor
Gardan hai ek jhukee huee ḍaalee gulaab kee
Gesoo khule to shaam ke dil se dhuaa uṭhe
Chhoole kadam to jhuka ke na phir aasmaan uṭhe
Sou baar jhilmilaaye shamaa shamaa aafataab kee
Deevaar-o-dar kaa rang, ye aachal ye pairahan
Ghar kaa mere chiraag hai booṭaa sa ye badan
Tasveer ho tumhee mere jannata ke khvaab kee
What could ever be compared to your youthful beauty? You are like a person made out of moonbeams.
The moonlight seems to melt into your visage; your eyes are like joyful gardens in evening time and even your neck seems like the stalk of a rose.
Your hair is like the span of night-time beauty in my heart. your feet on the ground seem like the sky permanently touching the earth. On you, the sunlight seems to simmer in glory.
Your robes look like the colors that I can seek refuge within while your personification seems like a slender light of my home. You are the picture of my dreams of paradise.
Mohamed Rafi; Movie: Aarti (1962)
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