jo mai tujhse puchhoga o dilruba
mera yaar mujhse milega kab
tere munh se nikle khuda kare
isi maha me isi saal me
isi maha me isi saal me
tere munh se nikle khuda kare
jo tu meri mane o janeman to
ye kr rahe hum dua sanam ki
jo hijri me hai maza sanam
wo maza kaha hai vishal me

teri julfo tak jo pauch saku
to me zindagi ko sawarlu
teri ek nazer pade idhr
to umr hans ke guzaarlu
jala hu hiz ki mai raato me
dile betab liye hatho me
labo pe aa gaya dum sitmbr
khudara to tu mujhpar itna krm kr
jo mai puchhoga o dilruba
mera dil ka chaman khilega kab
tere muh se nikle khuda kare
isi maha me isi saal me

na rahegi koi bhi justju
tujhe teri manzil jo mil gai
kya rahega tu bata agar
tere dil se hasrat nikal gai
dilo me yuhi khalish rahne de
jikr ko teere nazer sahene de
jo hijri me hai maza sanam
wo maza kaha hai vishal me

tera jalwa jalwa khatur tha
jo jigar ke tukde nikhar gaye
thi nazer ki garmi ya aag thi
ki pukara dil haaye mr gaya
jihe pyar hota hai mehrba
wo to karte koi gila nahi
ki ye ishq zinda unhi se hai
jihe yaar apna mila nahi

kaha tak aazmate jaoge tum
jaha tak dil tumhara chak na ho
kaha tak ja jalate jaoge tum
jaha tak jalne wala khatm na ho
jo mai tujhse puchhoga o dilruba
mera yaar mujhse milega kab
tere munh se nikle khuda kare
isi maha me isi saal me

If I ask you, my heart's beloved,
When will my love meet me again?
May it be from your lips, God grant,
This month, this very year,
This month, this very year.
May it be from your lips, God grant,
This month, this very year.
If you heed me, oh my beloved,
Then we offer this prayer,
The joy in separation, my love,
Is not found in union's embrace.

If I could reach your silken tresses,
I would mend my very life.
If your gaze should fall on me,
I'd laugh my years away.
I am consumed by nights of longing,
A restless heart in my hands.
Breath catches on my lips in September,
Oh, have mercy on me, please.
If I ask you, my heart's beloved,
When will my heart's garden bloom?
May it be from your lips, God grant,
This month, this very year.

No longing will remain,
If you find your destination.
Tell me, what then will remain,
If desire departs your heart?
Let purity dwell in hearts like these,
Let the arrow of your gaze be endured.
This is the life of lovers,
The tale of a heart, full of woes.
The joy in separation, my love,
Is not found in union's embrace.

Your radiant presence was the cause,
That my heart's fragments bloomed anew.
Was it the warmth of a glance, or fire?
My heart cried out, "Alas, I'm dead!"
Those who love, oh, gentle one,
Make no complaints, it is known.
This love thrives only on those,
Whose beloved is never found.

How long will you test me?
Until your heart is torn asunder?
How long will you burn me?
Until the one who burns is consumed?
Take my heart and tear it, turn me to dust,
But one thing, say, and place your hand on your heart:
If I ask you, my heart's beloved,
When will my love meet me again?
May it be from my lips, God grant,
This month, this very year.