chand ke sath
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
chand ke sath
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
chand ke sath
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
dard purane nikale, dard purane nikale
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
kitne gam the, jo tere gam ke bahane nikale
chand ke sath, kitne gam the
jo tere gam ke bahane nikale
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
kitne gam the, jo tere gam ke bahane nikale
chand ke sath

fasal-e-gul aayi, phir ik baar asiraan-e-wafa
fasal-e-gul aayi, fasal-e-gul aayi
phir ik baar asiraan-e-wafa
fasal-e-gul aayi, phir ik baar asiraan-e-wafa
apne hi khun ke, dariya me nahane nikale
apne hi khun ke, dariya me nahane nikale
apne hi khun ke

dil ne ik int se, tamir kiya tajamahal
dil ne ik int se, ik int se, ik int se
dil ne ik int se, tamir kiya tajamahal
tune ik baat kahi
tune ik baat kahi, lakh fasane nikale
tune ik baat kahi, lakh fasane nikale
tune ik baat kahi, lakh fasane nikale
tune ik baat kahi

dasht-e-tanahai hijra me, khada sochata hu
dasht-e-tanahai hijra me, khada sochata hu
dasht-e-tanahai hijran me, khada sochata hu
hay kya log
hay kya log, mera sath nibhane nikale
hay kya log, mera sath nibhane nikale
hay kya log, mera sath nibhane nikale
hay kya log, mera sath nibhane nikale
hay kya log

chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale
kitne gam the, jo tere gam ke bahane nikale
chand ke sath, kayi dard purane nikale

With the moon, old wounds resurfaced,
with the moon.
With the moon, ancient pains unfurled,
with the moon.
With the moon, old sorrows revealed themselves,
sorrows of old, sorrows of old.
With the moon, old wounds resurfaced,
with the moon.
How many grieves, in your grief, found a way,
with the moon, how many grieves?
In the guise of your sorrow, they emerged,
with the moon, old wounds resurfaced.

The season of blossoms returned, once more,
for the prisoners of love,
the season of blossoms returned, the season of blossoms.
Again, for the captives of devotion,
the season of blossoms returned.
In the rivers of their own blood, they chose to bathe,
in their own blood.

My heart, with a single brick, raised a Taj Mahal,
with a single brick, a single brick, a single brick,
My heart, with a single brick, raised a Taj Mahal.
You spoke a word,
you spoke a word, and a thousand tales unfolded,
you spoke a word, and a thousand tales.

In the solitude of separation, I stand and ponder,
in the solitude of separation, I stand and ponder,
in the solitude of separation, I stand and ponder.
Ah, what people,
ah, what people, came forth to keep me company,
ah, what people, came forth to keep me company.
Ah, what people.

With the moon, old wounds resurfaced,
with the moon.
How many grieves, in your grief, found a way.
With the moon, old wounds resurfaced.