dard to rukne ka ab nam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka ab nam nahi leta hai
sabar se dil bhi mera sabar se dil bhi mera, kam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka ab nam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka

jabse bakhse hai meri ankho ko ansu tune
jabse bakhse hai meri ankho ko ansu tune
tabse diwana dil tabse diwana dil aram nahi leta hai
sabar se dil bhi mera sabar se dil bhi mera, kam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka ab nam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka

itna sangdil hai ke barbad wo karke mujhko
itna sangdil hai ke barbad wo karke mujhko
apne sar koi bhi, apne sar koi bhi ilzam nahi lete hai
sabar se dil bhi mera sabar se dil bhi mera, kam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka ab nam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka

ye inayat bhi nahi kam mere hazayi ki
ye inayat bhi nahi kam mere hazayi ki
jakham deta hai magar, jakham deta hai magar
dam nahi leta hai
sabar se dil bhi mera sabar se dil bhi mera, kam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka ab nam nahi leta hai
dard to rukne ka dard to rukne ka
dard to rukne ka

The ache finds no pause, no respite,
The ache, a tide that never sleeps,
My heart, once patient, now fights,
My heart, now weary, no peace it keeps.
The ache, a tide that never sleeps.
The ache.

Since tears became the gift you gave my eyes,
Since you, with sorrow, filled my sight,
My heart, now lost, now never tries
To find a moment's ease, a moment's light.
My heart, now weary, no peace it keeps.
The ache, a tide that never sleeps.
The ache.

So cold of heart, to ruin me so deep,
So cold, to watch my world descend,
He takes no blame, his secrets keep,
He takes no blame, until the end.
My heart, now weary, no peace it keeps.
The ache, a tide that never sleeps.
The ache.

This favor, though, a wound that stays,
This gift of hurt, that lingers on,
It wounds, yet takes no final ways,
It wounds, but leaves me still forlorn.
My heart, now weary, no peace it keeps.
The ache, a tide that never sleeps.
The ache, a tide that never sleeps.
The ache.