vabasta kabhi, jaamo subu se na hua
kuchh fayada koyal ki bhi, ku se na hua
aa kabr pe meri ke meraa jimma hai
tu mast agar mitti ki bu se na hua

paigaame ajal laayi thi laayi hogi
tab gham ki ghata chhaayi thi chhaayi hogi
ye jaam ye khushabu ye bahara ye sharab
glushan me khija aayi thi aayi hogi

bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena
bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena
agar tumse suraj kabhi ruth jaaye
mere jaam se roshani maang lena
bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena

gaya aake aangan se, khushbu kaa mausam
ke mausam ko ek roj, jaana tha yun bhi
gaya aake aangan se, khushbu kaa mausam
ke mausam ko ek roj, jaana tha yun bhi
abhi daaliyo par bahut phul honge
kisi phul se dilkashi maang lena
bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena

kabhi bojh gam ka, jo badh jaaye dil par to
ro lena tanhaaiyo se lipat kar
kabhi bojh gam ka, jo badh jaaye dil par to
ro lena tanhaayiyo se lipat kar
labo par kabhi aaye harfe shikaayat
to divaar se khaamoshi maang lena
agar tumse suraj kabhi ruth jaaye
mere jaam se roshani maang lena
bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena

ye lambi ghani raat kaise kategi
sahaara to ek chaahiye zindagi ko
ye lambi ghani raat kaise kategi
sahaara to ek chaahiye zindagi ko
agar shamma tumse kare bewafayi
kisi saye se dosti mang lena
agar tumse suraj kabhi ruth jaaye
mere jaam se roshani mang lena
bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena
bahaare agar tumse daaman bachaaye
mere jakhm se taajagi maang lena

Never was I bound to chalice or dawn,
No solace found in the nightingale's song.
At my grave, my burden is now yours alone,
If you find no joy in the scent of the loam.

The message of death arrived, it must have,
Then a cloud of sorrow, it must have, it must have.
This goblet, this fragrance, this spring, this wine,
Autumn in the garden, it must have arrived.

If springs recoil, shunning your embrace,
From my wounds, then, freshness, you must glean.
If the sun turns away, its light denied,
From my cup, then, radiance you must convene.
If springs recoil, shunning your embrace,
From my wounds, then, freshness, you must glean.

The fragrant season, it departed the yard,
For every season must depart, it is decreed.
The fragrant season, it departed the yard,
For every season must depart, it is decreed.
Though blossoms still linger on branches so high,
From a flower, then, beauty, you must concede.
If springs recoil, shunning your embrace,
From my wounds, then, freshness, you must glean.

When the burden of sorrow weighs heavy upon you,
Weep then, embracing solitude's core.
When the burden of sorrow weighs heavy upon you,
Weep then, embracing solitude's core.
If words of complaint upon your lips should rise,
From the wall, then, silence, you must implore.
If the sun turns away, its light denied,
From my cup, then, radiance you must convene.
If springs recoil, shunning your embrace,
From my wounds, then, freshness, you must glean.

How shall this long, dark night ever end?
Life craves a companion, a solace to hold.
How shall this long, dark night ever end?
Life craves a companion, a solace to hold.
If the candle betrays, its flame untrue,
From a shadow, then, friendship, you must enfold.
If the sun turns away, its light denied,
From my cup, then, radiance you must convene.
If springs recoil, shunning your embrace,
From my wounds, then, freshness, you must glean.
If springs recoil, shunning your embrace,
From my wounds, then, freshness, you must glean.