ab na kisi se kahiyega
dawa-e-ishq hai galat
humne tumhaare ishq me
mar ke tumhe dikha diya
humne tumhaare ishq me
mar ke tumhe dikha diya
ab na kisi se kahiyega
dawa-e-ishq hai galat

baithe hai sar jhukaaye kyu
khud ke madaar par ab
khaak ke fir garaj hi kya
khaak me jab mila diya
humne tumhaare ishq me
mar ke tumhe dikha diya

tu rahe tera dam rahe
main rahun mera gam rahe
kaun tujhe bhula saka
kaun tujhe bhula saka
kisne tujhse bhula diya
humne tumhaare ishq me
mar ke tumhe dikha diya
ab na kisi se kahiyega
dawa-e-ishq hai galat

Speak no more of love's claim,
For its truth is a lie.
In your love, I have died,
And shown you what it is.
In your love, I have died,
And shown you what it is.
Speak no more of love's claim,
For its truth is a lie.

Why sit with bowed head,
On the wheel of your own world?
What need is there for dust,
When to dust I am returned?
In your love, I have died,
And shown you what it is.

Let you live, and your breath endure,
Let my sorrow remain with me.
Who could ever forget you?
Who could ever truly leave you?
Who could have ever forgotten you?
In your love, I have died,
And shown you what it is.
Speak no more of love's claim,
For its truth is a lie.