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--