jo sath chale milkar
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
bedard hasino se
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta

ye hai patthar bedardi, ye hai sangdil harzai
dil tod ke tadpane ki
har ada inhone paayi
bhari barsat me tune ujada aashiyane ko
tuli hai kyu mere dil ko tu mitti me milane ko
dukho ka dukh nahi mujhko
na zakhmi dil ka shikwa hai
lagaya tha tune dil kya meri hasti mitane ko
ye hai patthar bedardi, ye hai sangdil harzai
dil tod ke tadpane ki
har ada inhone paayi
inke dil me to wafa ka
inke dil me to wafa ka
ek phul nahi khilta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta

aashiq ke dil ko ye to
samjhe bas ek khilauna
diwane inke yaaro tum bhul ke bhi mat hona
mujhe katal karke mehandi
mere khun ki lagana
jab uthe mera janaja shahnaiya bajana
jo diye hai tune dilbar
wo hi zakhm ab jalenge
kabhi bhulkar kabr par
koi shama na jalana
aashiq ke dil ko ye to
samjhe bas ke khilauna
diwane inke yaaro tum bhul ke bhi mat hona
deti hai zakhm ye aisa
deti hai zakhm ye aisa
jo zakhm nahi bharta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta

har wada inak jhutha
har kasam hai inki jhuthi
jaane kitno ki inhone dil ki duniya hai luti
bure nasib mere ruth gaya yaar mera
bure nasib mere ruth gaya yaar mera
najar milake koi le gaya karar mera
udaas aankho se aansu ab chhalakte hai
khatam hota nahi lekin ye intzaar mera
har vada inka jhutha
har kasam hai inki jhuthi
jane kitno ki inhone dil ki duniya hai luti
deti hai pyar ke badle
deti hai pyar ke badle
wo gham jo bahi bharta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta
jo sath chale milkar wo yaar nahi milta
bedard hasino se kabhi pyar nahi milta

The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be,
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see.
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be,
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see.

These are heartless stones, these cruel, deceitful ones,
They revel in the breaking, the torment that outruns
The bounds of grief. You, in the monsoon's furious sway,
Have shattered my abode, why turn my heart to clay?
No sorrow troubles me, no wound my soul deplores,
Did you plant love, a seed, to crush me evermore?
These are heartless stones, these cruel, deceitful ones,
They revel in the breaking, the torment that outruns
The bounds of grief. In their cold, barren breast,
No flower of devotion finds its place to rest.
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see,
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be.

They see the lover's heart, a plaything to be used,
Beware, you who would love, by such delusion bruised.
Slay me, then with henna, stain your hands with my red tide,
And when my bier is lifted, let the flutes deride.
The wounds you gave, my darling, now they'll surely burn,
Forget my grave, and let no candle there return.
They see the lover's heart, a plaything to be used,
Beware, you who would love, by such delusion bruised.
They inflict a wound so deep,
A wound that will not sleep.
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see,
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be.

Each promise hollow, every vow a lie,
They've plundered countless hearts, beneath a weeping sky.
My fate is cursed, my love has turned away,
My peace was stolen, stolen from my sight of day.
From tear-filled eyes, the sorrow now spills free,
My endless wait, it knows no end, for me.
Each promise hollow, every vow a lie,
They've plundered countless hearts, beneath a weeping sky.
They offer love's facade,
A sorrow not to be allayed.
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see,
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be.
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be,
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see.
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be,
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see.
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be,
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see.
The hand that walks beside, a friend it cannot be,
From hearts of stone, love's tender touch, you'll never see.