आसूँ

Smndr falls in tears,
 Becomes a pearl mill,
A sigh escapes,
 Burn becomes Shola.

Preeti such a manner,
Nobody gets buried.
 No wins
Breathes no tears.
P has no tears.

Shama jealous'
Account of the licenses.
 You laugh at the days to account,
Moment to moment changes tell thee.

If you have not,
If your Sununhin I,
 What is my sin.
The fragrance in Gulshan,
What are your own account.