Ye Shaam Mastani [English translation]

This lively evening, it intoxicates me

A string pulls me, pulls me towards you

You keep away from me, never come to me

No thirst (of lust) touches your lips

It seems that you really are drinking poison, but laughing while doing it

When I talk to you, why do you stop me

Your sweet stare, why does it reprimand me

Your shyness, your delicacy, I swear it leaves me tongue-tied

Like a sulking destiny,

You are silent, silent like a picture

But your stare keeps calling me towards you.