Zikar Hai Apna Mehfil Mehfil

In conversation, your name and mine arose
(Oh my love, oh my beloved)
Now there is no secret and the whole world knows
(Oh my love, oh my beloved)
Who will listen to the slow unfolding of my song?
Slow, since love with measured tread, like a river flows
Knowing my fate, I fall in love and there remain
At which step am I in love's sweet throes?
Do the songs among the flowers of love's garden fade and die
In homage to the song which from the bulbul flows?
In my story has Laila's beauty long been veiled
Now raise the veil and find the source from which that beauty flows