Mujhhe jisse muhabbat
thi who ek awara auraat thi.
Lihaaza who baddi sada dilli sai pesh aati thi
Nihayat husan sai aa
kar marai kamrai ko sajati thi.
Aur lo ras pi lo yeh keh kar apnai hothon ko badhati thi
Aur kehti thi mujhe tum jaisai sathi ki zaroorat thi
Mai use hoore janat
noor ki putli samajhta tha.
Haseen shadaab phoolon ki hasi rani samajhta tha
Jisse devi samajhta tha fakqat pathar ki murat thi
Mai hasta tha un dinoon mujhe hasnai ki aadat thi. Mujhe log aa aa kai samjhatai thai, who aise hai, who wasi hai. Mai kehta tha tanaz sai maloom hai mujhko bhi jaise hai. Na thi aisi, na hai aise, no hogi ab kabhi aisi Yeh shak sita pai duniya wale teri duniya bhi kaisi hai
I fell in love with a fickle woman. At first she appeared very simple and honest.
She brought beauty to my
home and offered me the sweet nectar of her love.
She claimed that she needed a partner just like me.
I used to think she was
the goddess of love - blessed with heavenly beauty.
Alas, my goddess turned out to be only a sculpture made of stone.
In my youth I was carefree and fun loving. I never paid any attention to the warnings that people gave me. I thought I knew my love well. I used to laugh at what people told me and wonder why they wouldn't leave this goddess of love alone - my goddess Sita.