hajaro khwahishe aisi ke, har khwahish pe dum nikle
bahut nikle mere arman, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

nikalna khuld se aadam kaa, sunte aaye the lekin
bahut be-aabru hokar tere kunche se ham nikle

hajaro khwahishe aisi ke, har khwahish pe dum nikle
bahut nikle mere arman, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

mohobbat mai nahi hai, phark jine aur marne kaa
usi ko dekh kar jite hai, jiska kafir pe dum nikle

hajaro khwahishe aisi ke, har khwahish pe dum nikle
bahut nikle mere arman, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

A thousand longings, each a breath that strains,
Each wish a dying, whispering refrains.
My hopes have blossomed, countless they appear,
Yet still, so little, held against the fear.

From Eden's gates, we heard the story told,
Of Adam cast, his innocence grown cold.
But far more shamed, I left your sacred space,
Than that first exile, marked by time and grace.

A thousand longings, each a breath that strains,
Each wish a dying, whispering refrains.
My hopes have blossomed, countless they appear,
Yet still, so little, held against the fear.

The line between living and dying, fine and frail,
Is drawn by love, beyond the mortal veil.
I live to see her face, to breathe her air,
The one whose life sustains me, in despair.

A thousand longings, each a breath that strains,
Each wish a dying, whispering refrains.
My hopes have blossomed, countless they appear,
Yet still, so little, held against the fear.