ab duniya se shikwa nahi hai
na raha ab zindagi se gila
kis ka karam hai, kis ki dua hai
ya nasibo se tu mujh ko mila
ab jo mile ho door na jana
tere bina dil lagta nahi
mera jina hai kya marna hai kya, jab sath tera nahi
pake rab kya karu, jab tu hi mera nahi
mera jina hai kya marna hai kya, jab sath tera nahi
pake rab kya karu, jab tu hi mera nahi

berang se din the tanha thi rate
kuch na badalta jo tum na aate
berang se din the tanha thi rate
kuch na badalta jo tum na aate
kehne ko yu to rishte kayi hai
rishto me koi apna nahi
mera jina hai kya marna hai kya, jab sath tera nahi
pake rab kya karu, jab tu hi mera nahi
mera jina hai kya marna hai kya, jab sath tera nahi
pake rab kya karu, jab tu hi mera nahi

kyu chuph gaya hai akhiyo ko miche
sharmo haya ke pardo ke piche
kyu chuph gaya hai akhiyo ko miche
sharmo haya ke pardo ke piche
apne sanam se parda hai kaisa
jab ke khuda se parda nahi
mera jina hai kya marna hai kya, jab sath tera nahi
pake rab kya karu, jab tu hi mera nahi
mera jina hai kya marna hai kya, jab sath tera nahi
pake rab kya karu, jab tu hi mera nahi

No more complaints against the world,
Nor any grievance left with life's decree.
Whose grace is this, whose prayer's unfurled?
Or destiny that brought you close to me?
Now that we've met, do not depart,
Without you, my heart finds no ease.
What is living, what is dying, if you're not here to impart?
Even finding God, what use, if you're not what I please?
What is living, what is dying, if you're not here to impart?
Even finding God, what use, if you're not what I please?

Colorless were the days, lonely the nights,
Nothing would change if you hadn't come.
Colorless were the days, lonely the nights,
Nothing would change if you hadn't come.
Many relationships to speak of, it seems,
But within them, none belong to me.
What is living, what is dying, if you're not here, my dreams?
Even finding God, what use, if you're not what I see?
What is living, what is dying, if you're not here, my dreams?
Even finding God, what use, if you're not what I see?

Why hide, eyes closed and veiled,
Behind curtains of modesty, shy and frail?
Why hide, eyes closed and veiled,
Behind curtains of modesty, shy and frail?
How can there be veils between lover and beloved?
When there is no veil between you and God, you see.
What is living, what is dying, if you're not, my dove?
Even finding God, what use, if you're not my decree?
What is living, what is dying, if you're not, my dove?
Even finding God, what use, if you're not my decree?