zamane ke hazaro gham
simat ke dil me aaye hai
kisi se dil laga kar
ham badi muskil me aaye hai
bujh gaya dil ka diya
to chadani ka kya karu
lut gaya pyasa chaman to
is kali ko kya khu
bujh gaya dil ka diya

jis mein ho aansu hi aansu
dukh jaha ho beshumaar
jis mein ho aansu hi aansu
dukh jaha ho beshumaar
jis mein phoolo ko jalane
aaya karti ho bahaar
mere maalik ek aisi
zindagi ko kya karu kya karu
bujh gaya dil ka diya

laut jaao ae bahaaro
dil jalane aayi ho
laut jaao ae bahaaro
dil jalane aayi ho
dil ke uthe saaz par
kyun gungunane aayi ho
gham ki shenayi se nikali
raagni ko kya karu kya karu
bujh gaya dil ka diya
to chadani ka kya karu
lut gaya pyasa chaman to
is kali ko kya khu
bujh gaya dil ka diya.

A thousand sorrows of the age,
Have found their home within this heart.
To love another soul, a cage,
A world of pain, a brand new start.
If the lamp of the heart has died,
What use is the moon's pale gleam?
If the thirsty garden has been denied,
What solace can this dark bud dream?
The lamp of the heart has died.

Where only tears forever flow,
And boundless grief forever stays,
Where even flowers begin to burn, you know,
And spring itself forgets its days,
My Lord, a life so filled with rue,
What shall I do, what shall I do?
The lamp of the heart has died.

Return, O blossoms, turn away,
To burn my heart is all you crave.
Return, O blossoms, leave the fray,
Why sing upon the heart's own stave?
From sorrow's oboe, a plaintive strain,
What can I do with such refrain?
If the lamp of the heart has died,
What use is the moon's pale gleam?
If the thirsty garden has been denied,
What solace can this dark bud dream?
The lamp of the heart has died.