kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye
mahlo ki rani
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye
mahlo ki rani kismat ne likhi aansuo
se teri kahani o mahlo ki rani
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye

itni badi duniya me bhi koi nahi tera
itni badi duniya me bhi koi nahi tera
ya thokar kismat ki hai ya gham ka andhera
haye ya gham ka aandhera
is duniya ne ab tujhe mitane ki hai thani
kismat ne likhi aansuo
se teri kahani o mahlo ki rani
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye

aansu tere hansti huyi kaliyo ko rula de
aansu tere hansti huyi kaliyo ko rula de
aahe teri aakash ke pardo ko hila de
pardo ko hila de nadan tha vo jisne
teri ek na mani kismat ne likhi aansuo
se teri kahani o mahlo ki rani
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye

aankhe teri benur huyi dil tera tuta
aankhe teri benur huyi dil tera tuta
bhagwan ke hote huye
sansar ne luta sansar ne luta
duniya me kisi ne bhi teri kadar na jani
kismat ne likhi aansuo
se teri kahani o mahlo ki rani
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye
kismat ne likhi aansuo
se teri kahani o mahlo ki rani
kya kya na sitam tujhpe huye

What torments, oh queen of halls, you've known,
What burdens, what pains, upon you sown.
Fate's cruel hand, with tears, your tale has spun,
Oh queen of halls, your suffering begun.
What torments, oh queen of halls, you've known.

In this vast world, none your own to claim,
In this vast world, none to whisper your name.
Are they fate's harsh blows, or sorrow's deep night?
Or the shadow of grief, dimming your light?
This world now seeks your very self to tame.
Fate's cruel hand, with tears, your tale has spun,
Oh queen of halls, your suffering begun.
What torments, oh queen of halls, you've known.

Your tears could make the laughing blossoms weep,
Your sighs would stir the heavens from their sleep.
The curtains of the sky, they would surely shake,
The one so foolish, your heart did forsake.
Fate's cruel hand, with tears, your tale has spun,
Oh queen of halls, your suffering begun.
What torments, oh queen of halls, you've known.

Your eyes, once bright, now dim, your heart now torn,
Your eyes, once bright, now dim, your spirit shorn.
While God exists, still the world does steal,
The universe plunders, your wounds they reveal.
In this world, none saw your worth, forlorn.
Fate's cruel hand, with tears, your tale has spun,
Oh queen of halls, your suffering begun.
What torments, oh queen of halls, you've known.
Fate's cruel hand, with tears, your tale has spun,
Oh queen of halls, your suffering begun.
What torments, oh queen of halls, you've known.