tum mere pas raho
mere qatil, mere dildar mere pas raho

jis ghadi raat chale,
aasmanon ka lahu pi ke siyah raat chale

marham-e-mushk liye, nashtar-e-almas liye
bain karti hui hansti hui gati nikle

dard ke kasni pazeb bajati nikle
jis ghadi sinon mein dube hue dil

aastinon mein nihan hathon ki rah takne lage
aas liye

aur bachchon ke bilakne ki tarah qulqul-e-mai
bahr-e-na-sudgi machle to manae na mane

jab koi baat banae na bane
jab na koi baat chale

jis ghadi raat chale
jis ghadi matami sunsan siyah raat chale

pas raho
mere qatil, mere dildar mere pas raho

be near me
be near me,

my sweet torment, my love, be near me.
the moment this night descends,

drunk on the blood of the sky, the black night descends,
drenched in musky fragrance, bearing a diamond lancet,

when the night descends—wailing, laughing, singing,
jingling the violet bells of pain

when hearts buried in breasts,
wait for the hands hidden in sleeves,

and wait with hope
and the wine bottle gurgles, like a wailing child seeking contentment,

and is not consoled
when nothing works,

nothing moves,
when the night descends,

when the wailing, lonely, black night descends,
be near me,

my sweet torment, my love, be near me.