udas udas fijaao me nur chhalkaao
bujhe bujhe hue taaro ko hans ke chamkaao
gurur-e-husn salamat na raah dikhlaao
rabaag dub gaya, khune ab to aa jao

aana hi padega, aana hi padega
sar ishk ke kadmo pe jhukana hi padega
aana hi padega

nagma mera har saans me ras ghol raha hai
is saans ke parde me khuda bol raha hai
nagma mera har saans me ras ghol raha hai
is saans ke parde me khuda bol raha hai
chheda hai agar saaj to gana hi padega
chheda hai agar saaj to gana hi padega
sar ishk ke kadmo pe jhukana hi padega
aana hi padega, aana hi padega

tapkega lahu dard bhare raag se kab tak
khelegi teri mast adaa aag se kab tak
tapkega lahu dard bhare raag se kab tak
khelegi teri mast adaa aag se kab tak
is khel me ab hath jalana hi padega
is khel me ab hath jalana hi padega
sar ishk ke kadmo pe jhukana hi padega
aana hi padega, aana hi padega

ulfat kabhi duniya se daregi na dari hai
phulo se jawani ne sada mang bhari hai
ulfat kabhi duniya se daregi na dari hai
phulo se jawani ne sada mang bhari hai
hasane ke liye jakhm to khana hi padega
sar ishk ke kadmo pe jhukana hi padega
aana hi padega, aana hi padega
aana hi padega, aana hi padega

Pour light into the sorrowful air,
And with a smile, ignite the dim stars there.
Let vanity's proud path fade from sight,
The garden drowned, now bathe in blood-light.

You must come, you must,
Bow your head at love's feet, you must.
You must come, you must.

My song spills nectar in every breath,
Through this veil of breath, God whispers death.
My song spills nectar in every breath,
Through this veil of breath, God whispers death.
If you've struck the chord, you must sing on,
If you've struck the chord, you must sing on,
Bow your head at love's feet, you must.
You must come, you must.

How long will blood drip from the painful tune?
How long will your wild grace dance with the moon?
How long will blood drip from the painful tune?
How long will your wild grace dance with the moon?
In this game, your hands must now be burned,
In this game, your hands must now be burned,
Bow your head at love's feet, you must.
You must come, you must.

Love has never feared the world's cold gaze,
Youth has always sought the bloom's bright maze.
Love has never feared the world's cold gaze,
Youth has always sought the bloom's bright maze.
To laugh, one must taste the wound's sharp sting,
Bow your head at love's feet, you must.
You must come, you must.
You must come, you must.