aa aa aa aa
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho
mira ke pati aap ramayiya
dujo nahi koi chhane ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho

rogiantar vaidh basat hain
rogiantar vaidh basat hain
vaidh hi aushadh jaane ho
sab jag puro kanthan duniya
dard naa koi pichhane ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho

jaa ghat birha soi na ki hain
jaa ghat birha soi na ki hain
kai koi hari janma nyi ho
birah dar uri antarmaahi
hari bin sab sukh paani ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho
mira ke pati aap ramayiya
dujo nahi koi chhane ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho
ko birahini ko dukh jaane ho

Ah, ah, ah, ah…
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?
Meera’s Lord, You are the Beloved,
None other is concealed within my art.
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?

Within the sick, the healer resides,
Within the sick, the healer resides.
Only the healer knows the cure,
The world, a thorn, its heart divides,
No one understands the ache that endures.
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?

Where love’s separation does not exist,
Where love’s separation does not exist,
No Hari is ever truly born.
The wound of longing, inmost kissed,
Without Hari, all joys are worn.
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?
Meera’s Lord, You are the Beloved,
None other is concealed within my art.
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?
Who knows the pain of a lover’s heart?