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apni barbadi me dunia
dur gair
apni barbadi me dunia
dur gair
jb mohbbat ka
yahi dastur hai
apni barbadi me dunia

is kadar tareef hai dunia meri
dunia meri

is kadar tareef hai dunia meri
pyaari si thi mere liye mere liye
dunia meri
apni barbadi me dunia

dekhiye mil jaye ab kuch mat kaha
kuch mat kaha
dekhiye mil jaye ab kuch mat kaha
kuch mat kaha
apni manzil se mukhabir dur hai
dur hai
apni barbadi me dunia
dur gair
apni barbadi me dunia
dur gair
jb mohbbat ka
yahi dastur hai
apni barbadi me dunia

Four straws I gathered, for a nest's embrace,
Yet the world ignited, seeking to erase.
In my undoing, the world remains afar,
In my undoing, a distant, cold star.
When love's decree dictates such fiery art,
In my undoing, the world tears apart.

This world, it praises, with a honeyed tongue,
This world of mine, where shadows have been flung.
So dear it was, this world that I once knew,
My world, in ruin, consumed by the view.
Observe, if solace now should ever mend,
Speak not a word, let silence now extend.
Observe, if solace now should ever mend,
Speak not a word, let silence now descend.

My destination, distant from my sight,
Is far away, my world plunged into night.
In my undoing, a world of strangers near,
When love's decree is etched with blinding fear.
When love's decree, its cruel and bitter quest,
In my undoing, the world finds no rest.