khiza aayi ummido ke
chaman me kis bahane se
bahare hichkiya lekar
huyi ruksat zamane se
khiza aayi ummido ke
chaman me kis bahane se
bahare hichkiya lekar
huyi ruksat zamane se
khizaan aayi

laga di chupke chupke aag, mathe ki lakiro me
laga di chupke chupke aag, mathe ki lakiro me
dhua uthne laga hai
dhua uthne laga hai, ab ksho ke aashiyane se
khiza aayi ummido ke
chaman me kis bahane se
bahare hichkiya lekar
huyi ruksat zamane se
khizaan aayi

mujhe takdir majburi ki, us manjar pe le aayi
khushi mahsus hoti hai, jaha aansu bahane pe
mujhe wo saukht jalim kahe, ya bewafa samjhe
main ab majbur hu, main ab majbur hu
main ab majbur hu
tumse bhi haal-e-dil sunane se
khiza aayi ummido ke
chaman me kis bahane se
bahare hichkiya lekar
huyi ruksat zamane se
khizaan aayi

mere dil ki tamannao
yuhi ghut ghut ke mar jao
mere dil ki tamannao
yuhi ghut ghut ke mar jao
ke ban sakti nahi
ke ban sakti nahi, bigdi hui kismat banane se
khiza aayi ummido ke
chaman me kis bahane se
bahare hichkiya lekar
huyi ruksat zamane se
khizaan aayi

Autumn came, a whisper in the gardens of hope,
By what deceitful guise?
The spring, choking on a sob,
Departed from the world's eyes.
Autumn came.

Secretly, it set ablaze, the lines upon my brow,
Secretly, it set ablaze, the lines upon my brow,
And smoke now rises,
From the nests of all I vow.
Autumn came, a whisper in the gardens of hope,
By what deceitful guise?
The spring, choking on a sob,
Departed from the world's eyes.
Autumn came.

Fate, in its relentless hand, brought me to a scene,
Where joy is felt, in the shedding of tears.
Let them call me cruel, or faithless, the heartless ones,
For I am bound, I am bound,
I am now compelled,
To share my heart's despair, even with you, my dears.
Autumn came, a whisper in the gardens of hope,
By what deceitful guise?
The spring, choking on a sob,
Departed from the world's eyes.
Autumn came.

O, desires of my heart,
Suffocate and die, in this cruel start.
O, desires of my heart,
Suffocate and die, in this cruel start.
For they can never be,
They can never be,
Resurrected from a broken fate's art.
Autumn came, a whisper in the gardens of hope,
By what deceitful guise?
The spring, choking on a sob,
Departed from the world's eyes.
Autumn came.