In the city of pearls

In the early Morning; I saw her

Fairy face in the golden dew 

Such beauteous in My life 

I saw but only few---

While I gave My hand in her tender hand 

I knew I shall be never again to Hyderabad---

Love is as like; the wanning Moon 

With passage of time changing Mood---

 

Through My past prime I do remember,

In the early morning, I saw her fairy face in golden dew--

If wheel of fortune will turn again

And golden youth holding us will remain--

One day we shall meet; in city of pearls again 

In the early morning I saw her

Fairy face in the golden dew--

I saw her fairy face in the golden dew--