yu ab mera imtihan na le
man kya bhara nahi tera
yu ab mera imtihan na le
man kya bhara nahi tera
jitne bhi armaan the
chann se bikhar gaye
kismat bhi roothi yanha
milne se pehle hi
hum kyu bichadd gaye
aisi huyi kya khata

yu ab mera imtihaan na le
man kya bhara nahi tera
yu ab mera imtihaan na le
man kya bhara nahi tera
jitne bhi armaan the
chan se bikhar gaye
jitne bhi armaan the
chan se bikhar gaye
kismat bhi roothi yaha

milne se pehle hi
hum kyu bichadd gaye
aisi huyi kya khata
yu ab mera imtihaan na le
mann kya bhara nahi tera
yu ab mera imtihan na le
man kya bhara nahi tera

No more, torment my weary heart,
Is your cup not brimming, tear-filled?
No more, torment my weary heart,
Is your cup not brimming, tear-filled?

All the moonlit hopes I held,
Shattered like glass in the dawn.
Even fate turned cold and fled,
Before our souls could truly meet.
Why did we part?
Tell me, what was my sin?

No more, torment my weary heart,
Is your cup not brimming, tear-filled?
No more, torment my weary heart,
Is your cup not brimming, tear-filled?
All the moonlit hopes I held,
Shattered like glass in the dawn.
All the moonlit hopes I held,
Shattered like glass in the dawn.
Even fate turned cold and fled,

Before our souls could truly meet.
Why did we part?
Tell me, what was my sin?
No more, torment my weary heart,
Is your cup not brimming, tear-filled?
No more, torment my weary heart,
Is your cup not brimming, tear-filled?