Let Me Sing Your Gazal

Your love is intoxicated,

Let intoxication become intoxication

The season is blooming pink today,

Let me sing your ghazal. 

Kajrari is looking at you,

Let the eye be wounded.

I have to endure the pain of being injured,

Let me sing your ghazal.

Your youthful juice flows,

It lets you drink the juice.

Allows drowning after drinking.

Let me sing your ghazal. 

Come adorned with sixteen ornaments,

Spread your beauty.

"Murali" with the aroma of beauty

Let me sing your ghazal.