laila ki saans ki dor bandha
wo deewana wo majanu hai
wo hosh nahi behosh baawara
nahi jaanta wo kyun hai
behosh use rehne do, ki hosh mein wo aayega
to neend mein uski laila ka
wo khwaab tut jayega, wo khwaab tut jayega
wo khwaab tut jayega

koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare
mere deewane ko, deewane ko
koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare
mere deewane ko, deewane ko
so bhi lene do, uska dard yahi hai, dawa yahi hai
so bhi lene do, uska din yahi hai, jahaan yahi hai
so bhi lene do, ki wo jaag pada to dar jaayega
phir bilakh jaayega ki pahlu mein laila nahi hai
maut bhi ghabraayegi, maut bhi ghabraayegi
paas mein aane ko
koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare
mere deewane ko, deewane ko
koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare
mere deewane ko, deewane ko

rakhna sambhaal ke ye patthar
kal ko wo din bhi aayega
jab patthar honge ye makaan
inki bhi hogi ek zubaan
ki dastan-e-laila majnu, shaqs shaqs dohraayega
patthar ka dher ye aaj ye kal ka
tajmahal kehlaayega
nahi mil payega, nahi mil payega
phir waqt tumhein pachhtaane ko
koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare
mere deewane ko, deewane ko
koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare
mere deewane ko, deewane ko

Bound by the breath of Laila,
That madman, that Majnu he is.
Lost to sense, a reckless soul,
He knows not why, this abyss.

Let him remain unconscious, for if he wakes,
The dream of Laila in his sleep,
Will shatter, will break,
Will shatter and weep.

Do not cast stones, do not cast stones,
At my madman, my madman.
Do not cast stones, do not cast stones,
At my madman, my madman.
Let him sleep, for here lies his pain, his cure,
Let him sleep, for this is his day, his world, to endure.
Let him sleep, for if he awakens, he'll be afraid,
And lament, that Laila is not by his side, un-betrayed.
Even death will falter, even death will fear,
To draw near.
Do not cast stones, do not cast stones,
At my madman, my madman.
Do not cast stones, do not cast stones,
At my madman, my madman.

Guard well these stones,
For a day will come to pass,
When these stones will be homes,
And they too will speak, alas.
The tale of Laila and Majnu, each soul will repeat,
This heap of stones today, tomorrow a Taj Mahal they'll greet.
You'll have no chance, you'll have no chance,
To ever then repent.
Do not cast stones, do not cast stones,
At my madman, my madman.
Do not cast stones, do not cast stones,
At my madman, my madman.