akela ishq ki duniya mein kab diwana jalta hai
ke pehle sama khud jalti hai parwana jalta hai
na sama ka kusur na parwana ka kusur
na sama ka kusur na parwana ka kusur
ek jale aur ek jalaye ye hai duniya ka dastur
na sama ka kusur na parwana ka kusur

chanda milan ko tadpe chakori ud ud upar jaye
thak kar haar bechari phir se na milne paye
ek duje se mil na sake wo sake ek duje se mil na sake
rahe dur hi dur ye hai kudart ka dastur ye hai kudrat ka dastur
na sama ka kusur na parwane ka kusur
na sama ka kusur na parwane ka kusur
ek jale aur ek jalaye ye hai duniya ka dastur
na sama ka kusur na parwane ka kusur

do dil milkar ek huye jab aankhe ho gayi char
khadi ho gayi duniya unke bich mein banke diwar
aese bichre dono ho gaye aese bichre dono ho gaye
milne se majbur
ye hai kudrat ka dastur ye hai kudart ka dastur
na sama ka kusur na parwane ka kusur
na sama ka kusur na parwane ka kusur
ek jale aur ek jalaye ye hai duniya ka dastur
na sama ka kusur na parwane ka kusur

Alone in love's expanse, the madman's heart ignites,
Before the moth, the flame itself takes flight.
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's desire,
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's fire.
One burns, the other is consumed by pyre,
Such is the cosmos' decree, its ancient pyre.
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's fire.

The moon, for meeting, craved the chakora's flight,
It soared, it soared, then faltered in the night.
Exhausted, lost, its yearning unfulfilled,
Forever parted, their destinies unsealed.
They cannot meet, though yearning fills their soul,
They cannot meet, beyond their self-control.
Such is the cosmos' decree, its ancient scroll.
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's fire.
One burns, the other is consumed by pyre,
Such is the cosmos' decree, its ancient pyre.
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's fire.

Two hearts entwined, when eyes at last did meet,
The world arose, a wall, bitter and complete.
Thus sundered they, by fates relentless hand,
Unable to unite, across the land.
Forever parted, by fate's decree,
They cannot meet, though yearning fills the sea.
Such is the cosmos' decree, eternally.
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's fire.
One burns, the other is consumed by pyre,
Such is the cosmos' decree, its ancient pyre.
No fault of flame, nor blame the moth's fire.