hazaro khwahise aisi ke
har khwahish pe dam nikle
bahut nikle mere arman lekin
fir bhi kam nikle

nikalna khuld se aadam ka
sunte aaye the lekin
bahut beaabru hokar
tere kuche se hum nikle
hazaro khwahise aisi ke
har khwahish pe dam nikle
bahut nikle mere arman lekin
fir bhi kam nikle

mohabbat me nahi hai
fark jine aur marne ka
usi ko dekh kar jite hai
jis kafir pe dam nikle
hazaro khwahise aisi ke
har khwahish pe dam nikle
bahut nikle mere arman lekin
fir bhi kam nikle

A thousand yearnings bloom, a death in each,
As each desire exhales its final breath.
My hopes have risen, countless in their reach,
Yet still, the sum feels less than what it meant.

From Eden’s gates, we heard of Adam’s fall,
And how he left with shame upon his face.
From your own streets, I heard a similar call,
And left with more dishonor in this place.
A thousand yearnings bloom, a death in each,
As each desire exhales its final breath.
My hopes have risen, countless in their reach,
Yet still, the sum feels less than what it meant.

In love, no line divides the living soul,
From death's embrace, the whispers of the grave.
For we live on, to see a single goal,
And in that idol, our life we bravely save.
A thousand yearnings bloom, a death in each,
As each desire exhales its final breath.
My hopes have risen, countless in their reach,
Yet still, the sum feels less than what it meant.