*Afreen Afreen*
husn-e-jaanaaN kii taariif mumkin nahiiN…
It is not possible to praise the beauty of beloved.
aafriin aafriin…
O the most beautiful one..
tuu bhii dekhe agar to kahe ham-nashiiN..
Even if you see my beloved, you would also say..
aafriin aafriin..
O the most beautiful one…
aisaa dekhaa nahiiN Khuubsuurat ko’ii..
jism jaise Ajanta kii muurat ko’ii…
jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaaduu ko’ii…
jism naGhmaa ko’ai jism Khushbuu ko’ii..
jism jaise machaltii hu’ii raaginii…
jism jaise mehakti hu’ii chaaNdnii…
jism jaise ke khilta hu’aa ek chaman…
jaise jaise suuraj kii pahlii kiran..
jism tarsha hu’aa dilkash-o-dil-nashiiN…
sandalii sandalii…
marmarii marmarii…
I never saw anyone so beautiful…
[her] body is like the images of Ajanta..
[her] body is like a spell on eyes…
[her] body is like a song [and] perfumed..
[her] body is like ecstatic music…
[her] body is like sweet-smelling moon-light..
[her] body is like a blooming garden..
[her] body is like the first ray of the Sun…
[her] body is like carved statue, eye-catching and arresting..
like sandalwood…
like marble…
Note: Caves in Pakistan and India containing beautiful murals.